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  1. Mine too. I’m a baseball catcher who turns up at midnight a month too early, crouching convinced of my rightness, the only righteous one, longing to hear the thrum of the ball and to feel its weight in the slap of my glove. “Where were you?” I ask my mystified teammates as I unrack my body and claim the bye is mine.

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