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*Crack*
Foul ball...as soon as I hit the ball I knew it was
off. I had stared down the pitcher, taken my eyes off
the ball. It's ok though. With that hit, I took a
part of his soul right out into the left bleachers,
section 233, row j, seat 15. The pitcher's eyes
rolled back into his head, and he fell. Sprawled in a
heap he lay, a monument to my power, a war trophy for
the barbarian king with his great wooden sword and
hard plastic crown.
...
*Crack*
Foul ball...as soon as I hit the ball I knew it was
off. I had stared down the pitcher, taken my eyes off
the ball. It's ok though. With that hit, I took a
part of his soul right out into the left bleachers,
section 233, row j, seat 15. The pitcher's eyes
rolled back into his head, and he fell. Sprawled in a
heap he lay, a monument to my power, a war trophy for
the barbarian king with his great wooden sword and
hard plastic crown.
...