As the ball slowly rolls the rest of the way into the catcher's glove, the girl, obviously a shell of her former self, stands powerlessly in front of her seat, trying to rationalize what she just witnessed. "Is it impressive for a person to throw a ball the distance of her own height? Perhaps it is similar to an individual who can bench press his or her own weight," she mutters to herself. No it isn't. And she knows this. She also knows her life will never be the same. She has to live out the rest of her days with the memory of a horror burned into her young brain… a memory she can never unsee.
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