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Post by Sara Parker on Jun 13, 2008 11:32:08 GMT -5
Sara was at the baseball field just hitting a softball. She was at home plate. She through the ball up and hit it with her black and blue bat. Thats a homer. Sara said to herself, as it hit past 3rd base, still in the air, and going towards the hill that was in front of the diamond point. She walked over to where the ball was, slowly rolling down the hill, then heard footsteps. She stopped. She turned around to see..
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Post by Jasper Fallon on Jun 13, 2008 16:13:32 GMT -5
Jasper's new softball shoes brushed against the gravel as he watched the outfield get ready. He never played softball before nor baseball, he was here to see them play. The concept of softball was similar to baseball, but with some adjustments to make it 'softball'. Jasper truly only knew he needed to hit the ball, get to at least one base, and get home. The teenager didn't know the precise way you really needed to hit the ball. The fact of coming was to see one of his friends.
"How is the game?" Jasper asked a girl.
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Post by Sara Parker on Jun 14, 2008 8:00:28 GMT -5
Oh, its fine. I'm must practicing hitting. Sara told the boy, shocked that he would even come to the field. Hardly anyone does.
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