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My neighbor and I played last week. It had been a few years since the last softball league and my shoulder felt like roots had grown into it at first.
Few things as relaxing as the rhythmic pop of the glove, no conversation needed.
My dad and I played catch in backyard. I wish there was one more chance to do so.
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