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Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 29, 2006 14:58:53 GMT -5
Ryan shook his head, extending a hand to meet the man's. Nope, I wouldn't care to think of that. He smiled weakly, though his face showed no sign of nervousness.
The man chuckled, immediately becoming friendly. How fast can you throw a ball like this? Or hit a ball like this? He asked, thingying his head expectantly.
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Post by S a M a N T H a ;; on Sept 29, 2006 15:03:29 GMT -5
She knew now what they were talking about, Baseball. It was obvious this was improtant so she stepped back a bit and watched them.
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Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 29, 2006 15:07:35 GMT -5
Ryan grinned, shrugging. As hard, fast, and far as you want me to.
The man shrugged, handing him a yellow envelope. We'll expect you soon.
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Post by S a M a N T H a ;; on Oct 21, 2006 9:37:32 GMT -5
Samantha smiled softly, listening to them.
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Post by << Angelo >> on Oct 21, 2006 9:39:39 GMT -5
He nodded, shrugging. Thank you sir. Watching as the man left.
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Post by S a M a N T H a ;; on Oct 21, 2006 9:41:48 GMT -5
Samantha waited until the man left before speaking, Who was that?
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Post by << Angelo >> on Oct 21, 2006 9:51:44 GMT -5
Ryan turned to her, his smile fading. He drafts ball players for the major leauges.
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