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The Last Game

I remember being young (7 or 8) and staying over at my Grandparent's house. I wanted to go outside and play baseball. It was a nice day and my Grandfather went out with me. We were in the backyard and we played for only a few minutes.

I had a purple plastic bat and no glove. He pitched underhand and I remember laughing, smiling and seeing him smile.

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