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Jul 29, 2006 17:14

so. the lounge is open. charles is at the plate but he takes too. long. to. swing.
the ball passes right through the strike zone without even a blink from our man.
'the night is young' a shout from the dugout.
grind, charles, grind. now is the time to make it work. muscle memory. instinct. guts. heart.

thick patches of sweat line his back and the inside of his legs.

the paper cups full of warm pop attract flies.

spit.
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