Today's OneWord: Strike
It was another strike on the play, and Javier clenched his teeth loud enough for his sister Shana to hear. The pitcher was good. Too good. José hardly had a chance with his last swing. Any throw, Javier knew, would curve slightly away so it couldn't be touched.
He wanted his brother to get a home run. His team desperately needed it. They were tied. It was the tenth inning. It was all cinematic, clichéd madness.
He wanted his brother to get a home run. His team desperately needed it. They were tied. It was the tenth inning. It was all cinematic, clichéd madness.
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