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5 - Watched Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.

6 - Napped liked a champ.

7 - Yoga.

8 - Played a game with the boys.

9 - I’m wearing the tie-dyed jock.

10 - old Gold chain is on.

11 - Bracelets the kids from the center gave me, secured.

On the field, I look up and see Amira, who waves a big foam finger at me. I blow a bubble, and she throws her head back, laughing. I also notice Jillian. I mean, you can’t miss all that hair and big tits, but I don’t look at her; she’s bound to go off on me for something else I’ve done and don’t know I have.

“All right, listen up, men,” Coach calls us, and we all gather around him. “Been brought to my attention that we’re on game number forty-three of the season, and I haven’t utilized our relief players nearly enough. Bennett and Nour, you’re starting but coming out after four innings. We’re climbing the ranks in the league, and we don’t need one of you two going out mid-season because your bodies were abused.”

“They don’t make ’em like the used to,” Chuck Turner jokes.

“You fucking kidding me?” Bennett mumbles.

“We’re good,” I say just to reassure him, using two of my eight words less than a minute from hitting the field.

“You’re starting,” Amias Steel says. “Still considered your game.”

“Yeah, well, sitting on the bench half a game’s still a joke.”

Amias chuckles. “Try two years as designated hitter and rarely on the field.”

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