My thumb rubbed against the smooth surface of the ball as I rotated it clockwise in my right hand; the rough seams a source of friction against my fingers. My throwing arm rested on my lower back as I leaned in towards home to get the sign from the catcher. Acknowledging him with a nod, […]

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“Only seven more days till Christmas!” Mr. Lennox shouted down from the ladder to his son Charlie. “Really?” the boy replied, playing with a tangled strings of lights that were lying in the grass. “Yup, only a week away.” Mr. Lennox squeezed the trigger on the staple gun. Thwack, the staple pierced the white fascia board below […]

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