Baseball Dreams

Sometimes I wish my dad played catch with me in the front yard. I don’t know why. I don’t even like baseball.

It’s those damn Lifetime movies that fill me with false nostalgia. Damn them. Those Lifetime movies are always getting in the way of things.

Maybe an egg toss is closer in style to something I would actually catch. Or a cold.

 

 

 

 

 

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