A forum for discussing and organizing recreational softball and baseball games and leagues in the greater Halifax area.
Looking over my left shoulder, I see Mom staring at me, knuckles white on the handle of her cart.
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Looking over my left shoulder, I see Mom staring at me, knuckles white on the handle of her cart. I turn my head to find Nana behind the avocados, glaring. My heart pounding, I raise a hand towards the shelf. A bead of sweat falls from my forehead, hitting the floor with a splat.
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