He moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he's tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend's hair. Ever.
Barry LygaCars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.
Barry LygaHereโs the thing about baseball-itโs not the individual sport I thought it was. Turns out I was wrong about that. Yeah, the batter is a lone man against the world. He stands in the batterโs box like a soldier and itโs up to him-and him alone-what happens next. But hereโs the thing I didnโt understand until I was forced to, until recently: In order to hit a home runโฆ Someone else has to pitch the ball.
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