It’s a helluva front yard.
She’s a helluva(n) athlete.
But yeah, that’s a tennis ball. Because new house, new windows.
And I took one of those line drives to the shin, so I know what kind of damage an actual baseball would do.
It seems as though my reflexes have teamed up with my hand-eye coordination to remind me that I am no longer fourteen years old.
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