and from my hands, my
chubby and grubby,
slightly blueberry-stained hands,
pummeled forth the ball
and it soared towards Jacob,
almost in an exaggerated slow motion
only Jacob was quick on his feet
and shifted his small frame
just enough to avoid
a fastball to the face.
damn, i thought,
i guess he wasnt lying about those karate lessons
but that
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