“Keep it up, Buttercup,” Mom yelled from the bleachers. I hated it when she called me that. So embarrassing. I trotted back to my spot in right field amid general cheers. I’d made a catch – an out! I’d thrown to second base for another out. I was a freaking hero and my mom still called me Buttercup. I bent my knees and took . . .
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