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2024-10-29 19:42:56It took a bit of persuasion to get April to play with us. Poor April. Once Felik and Grigor chose you, you didn't have much chance to refuse. Her mom didn't mind her taking sometimes for sport activity. In fact, she encouraged it because she didn't want April to spend all her free time working at the cafeteria. Besides Felik and Grigor had made the schedule easy for her to get her training, just five hours a week.
April, me, Olive and the two coaches went straight from the baseball field to the Matryoskha Restaurant.
We stepped out of their shiny Bentley and wondered why they brought us to this place. Felik greeted everyone as he swept us through the restaurant into the kitchen.
"Mitko!" he called out.
I recognized the guy at the stov
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Felik paced up and down the sideline. Grigor stood stock still, legs astride, arms folded, only saying a few quiet words to his boyfriend, who would then sign to us. Tip hat, touch shoulders and rub the nose. That means you should hit the ball. Scratch ear, rub hands and tip hat. It means don't hit.Each of us had memorized the signs, but I wondered if any of us remembered those codes under pressure. The pack of Russian supporters was incredibly noisy, doing a commentary all through the game in a weird mixture of Russian and English. Every time, the Rejects looked like they were doing something decent, Mitko and his friends went bananas.The parents, huddled on the sidelines, were confused, who were these crazy Russian people who didn't even have kids in the team? Why were they here cheering their heads off for players they didn't even
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A wall of bodies crashed on me. Then I found myself in the air, carried by the otherslike I was a war hero. Our fans were going nuts at the sideline, chantingDarci! Darci! Darci!"Oh yes! We did it!" cheered Felik. "I knew you were gonna make us proud!"I blushed and giggled. After my teammates put me down, I saw my mom go up to Grigor."Excuse me," she said shyly to the big man. "I'm Darci's mom. I just wanted..."Grigor surprised her by grabbing her hand in his and shook it firmly with gratitude. Felik joined him."Did you see your daughter out there?" he said. "What a wonderful baseball player she is!"The mo
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