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Fourth floor common room: Sunday evening
Karal was staring at the television in bemusement. He'd thought it was baseball, at first, but it hadn't taken long to work out it wasn't.
He still didn't know what it was, beyond a fat man and a thin man who he was sure were seconds away from coming to blows.
"If I mentioned the third baseman's name, who did I say is playing third?"
"No. Who's playing first."
"What's on first?"
"What's on second."
"I don't know."
"He's on third."
Altra was snickering from his spot on the back of the couch. Karal just kept staring.
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He still didn't know what it was, beyond a fat man and a thin man who he was sure were seconds away from coming to blows.
"If I mentioned the third baseman's name, who did I say is playing third?"
"No. Who's playing first."
"What's on first?"
"What's on second."
"I don't know."
"He's on third."
Altra was snickering from his spot on the back of the couch. Karal just kept staring.
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Once she was satisfied, she went to stand in the center of the diamond. "Now, throw it to me, and we'll pretend you hit it. Then you need to run to first." She pointed.
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She pointed to the couch.
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