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Baker’s s toward The Barn

“Rick ‘The Dick’ Baker, ladies and gentlemen,” Hendrix called after hiht”

“I fucking know,” Ro with the asshole for Teagan’s sake”

Hendrix whistled “Daether What’s it been? Six months?”

“A year,” Roirl better than anyone on the planet, and I still can’t figure out what the fuck she sees in that douchebag” He shook his head

I didn’t get it, either Roan had been best friends since preschool or some shit, so I knew the little blond pretty well She eet as uy was the sourest asshole on the tea

“Nixon!” a kid yelled fro a Raptor shirt with ht if I had to guess Then again, I was shit with kids, so he could have been fourteen for all I knew

“Hollywood!” a woman called out at the same time Hendrix threw her a wink, and when hearm, I shook my head and took it from him

“Oh, come on!” Hendrix complained as I walked toward the rope

The boy’s eyes lit up, and he looked up at his dad with that face that said, do-you-see-this?

“What’s your na down to his eye level

“Gavin!” he replied, bouncing up on his toes

“Hi, Gavin, I’ot a pen?”

He nodded enthusiastically and handed me a marker

“Thanks, bud” I signed the football and handed it over to Gavin with his pen “There you go”

“OhThank you!” He hugged it to his chest and s

“You’re very welcoave his held out for nature Shit “I’ll co around,” I pro back to Roman and Hendrix

“Seriously?” Hendrix whined “Did you see the rack on that blonde? That ball would have turned her into a sure bet” He sighed “Good thing it was for a kid”

Rohed “You come back out in twenty, and I bet that blond is still a sure thing, Hollywood”

“Probably” Hendrix let that movie star smile slip—the one that earned him the ridiculous nicknairls ca her out another ball, Noble? Training caet laid”