She grinned to herself, curling her fingers around the wood of the bat. Her breathing was controlled - focused. In and out in equal seconds. Eyes fixated their gaze on the machine ahead, waiting patiently. Each second that passed her had fingers twitching, but her focus was clearly-
"Can you even swing that thing?" He called out.
"Shut up!"
He scoffed, stepping back on a heel and crossing his arms; "It's not like you have game either way."
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