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I hardly played any sports in my life; sports just never interested me much. But that soon would change, when someone moved into the neighborhood. His name was Marcus, and his dad name was Art. He was a baseball little league coach here in Chico. I and Marcus first met when I was playing outside with my sister. He walked up and introduced himself, then asked if he could play with us. We were playing hide and seek, we always played that game. So ever since that day I and Marcus became friends. After a few months, of knowing each other, one day he asked me if I were to be interested in playing little league baseball. I told him that I really was not into sports, but somehow he convinced me to at least try it. So I gave it a few days and I told him that I would give it a shot. He told me that I would have to buy my uniform which was a lot.
Approximate Word count = 650
Approximate Pages = 2.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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