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Apr 2017
Ian runs up to bat, sweat flooding his face.
He grips the bat tightly, then suddenly,
CRACK!
The ball flies to the crowd as he rounds first, then second, then third, and finally...

"KID!"

I jump up, my book hitting the ground.
I saw my principal at the door, arms crossed.

"Go home."
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