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I was so focused on the Ball. I was always told to keep my eyes on the ball. I was ready for it, I was more than ready. The ball came to me fast, spinning in the air, I held the bat tightly. Three Two One Swing. I was watching the ball so long. It flew in the air, pride swelled within me. It was an air-ball, gone in the wind. I was finally achieving what everybody wanted. I watched the ball so long that I didn't notice everybody had packed up and left. I watched the ball so long, I didn't see the virus coming my way, I didn't see masks being put on right in front of my face. I watched the ball so long, I didn't know the game was over. It hadn't even Started and yet we had lost. I had watched the ball too long. I missed everything else.
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC
Life As A Senior In One Game
I was so focused on the Ball. I was always told to keep my eyes on the ball. I was ready for it, I was more than ready. The ball came to me fast, spinning in the air, I held the bat tightly. Three Two One Swing. I was watching the ball so long. It flew in the air, pride swelled within me. It was an air-ball, gone in the wind. I was finally achieving what everybody wanted. I watched the ball so long that I didn't notice everybody had packed up and left. I watched the ball so long, I didn't see the virus coming my way, I didn't see masks being put on right in front of my face. I watched the ball so long, I didn't know the game was over. It hadn't even Started and yet we had lost. I had watched the ball too long. I missed everything else.
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24/F/Rock me Hard Place
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC
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