December 21- Ouch (1)

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Hit the ball, drop the bat, run to first base.

Hit the ball, drop the bat, run to first.

Hit, drop, run.

Hit, drop, run.

Hit, drop, run.

David repeated the words like a mantra in his head as he got ready to bat. He couldn't mess this up.

Hit, drop, run.

The boy who walked up to the pitch turned to him, eyes twinkling in the sunlight. He was beautiful.

Stop thinking about him. Hit, drop, run.

He dug his heels into the dirt, getting himself ready to swing. The pitcher smiled.

Hit, drop- he's got a pretty smile- run. Hit, drop, run.

When he winded up, his shirt was lifted, exposing his waist.

David froze, but the ball was sailing through the air.

It hit him square in the face, sending him to the ground.

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