The Last Inning
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip the bat. This was it—bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two outs, and the entire middle school watching from the bleachers. ...
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Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip the bat. This was it—bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two outs, and the entire middle school watching from the bleachers. ...
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