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Dane
I open the door to the Mad Batter and Toby and all his teammates file in along with their parents.
Ava’s eyes widen as she places another tray of cookies in the glass case.
“What’s going on?” she asks.
Toby runs up to the counter, his friends following closely behind. They huddle around Ava like she’s Bryce Harper or some other Gatorade promoting player in the majors.
“Miss Ava, we won!” Toby screams and all the players start screaming.
They’re all amped up after winning their first game of fall ball. Let’s just say it’s been a rough one.
“You did? Well, then, you need a cookie!” She pulls out a tray of her famous Eat Me cookies iced in pink and purple and turquoise.
The boys’ hands freeze, none of them grabbing one.
“Those are for girls,” one of them says.
Ava looks dow
