Anger swelled out of the emaciated old mans face his eyes were aflame with red and gold sparks of disinterest. Seven times he had told them to leave and seven times they had come back. He was seriously thinking about having them shot and buried in his backyard when a woman in a silver camaro rounded the corner and told the boys to get in. The man walked back in the house grabbed his wallet and headed for the hardware store
As he paced the aisles looking for the perfect tool he stopped in front of an aisle full of baseball materials. He stooped and picked up the smooth round bat and held it in both his hands. Yes, he thought, this will work perfectly.
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