When you stand 6'3", its difficult for the professional hitter to track the ball in delivery, and in fact, it looks like, almost, one is just putting the ball directly into the catcher's glow, with not a flutter of a lid in between.
When the Big Unit splattered a gull, you know that gull had no chance at all, just happening by, perpendicular to the square and all that, parallel with his own impending doom, parallel also with an otherwise healthy unperturbed afternoon.
"I married a monster."
"The Mummy? Medusa?"
"Rachel. She likes to smear chocolate on her lips before she kisses."
"How does Laura do it, then?"
"She's very secretive about her kisses."
"Take a chocolate-covered cherry. When her lips get close to yours, spit it into her mouth."
"Oh the whisper of eternity, and the stone on the hill so cold yet. It cools my entire hand."
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