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| I was on the deck of this clubhouse when I worked up the nerve to ask this girl out. She said she thought I was foul but she agreed so my batter was up. | |
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| I tried to catch her with a double play, showing her my diamond but that I also play the field, but she wasn't impressed. Her ex was there. He was a Count. | |
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| He wasn't very tall, so the Count was 3-2. I tried to show her the military units that I used to work at but the bases were loaded, we couldn't get inside. I was sure I'd struck out. | |
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| I thought I'd maybe get to second base, but the next thing I knew, we were heading to my home base. I was trying to read her signals. She said she felt safe with me. | |
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| No, she asked if I was pitching or catching and I balked. She must have corked her bat. | |
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