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Alex Martin didn’t take any crap. Especially not from his brother. He was not older, not bigger, not faster, not stronger than his big bro, Cameron. But he had ​​cajones of steel.

When Cameron was in the eighth grade, some divine miracle allowed him to grow eight inches in a matter of months. Heaven for his basketball career, hell for his knees. When he’d walk to his downstairs bedroom, Cameron would ache, his legs being held together by eggshells.

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