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Post by skybright on Feb 22, 2006 23:50:00 GMT -5
Daws nodded. "Well, baseball's more my sport, really -- but there is a neighborhood basketball league that meets down at the parish gym off Hawthorne Street, Saturday afternoons. Nothing too formal; just some neighborhood folks, and Father Steele bossing everyone around. But most everyone who comes out for it is mutant, and if your jump shot's half as good as your right hook," Daws grinned, "You'd be welcome."
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Post by Jordanna on Feb 23, 2006 0:08:36 GMT -5
Joey lit up. "Really? Thanks! I'll have to go check that out." He grinned. "But I do play baseball too--or I would if I had anybody to play it with, again. I'd do just about any sports that'd get me outside for a while. Mostly, I just hang around here or down below when I'm not running errands."
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Post by skybright on Feb 23, 2006 16:14:20 GMT -5
"Well, stop by sometime," Daws said kindly, "And we'll remedy that. Nice kid like you's gotta get his sunlight, after all -- it's dark around here." In more ways than one.
The elevator chimed gently as they reached the lobby, and Daws tipped her fedora at Joey as she slipped out through the chrome doors. "We'll see ya around, kid -- take care of yourself."
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