Flashback

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Something felt different.

 

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“I think one shrank,” Harris said.

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“Uh, yeah… they’re definitely different,”  Cynthia said.

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“How do they even shrink?  Will it disappear?” Harris said.

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“No, no…” Cynthia said.

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“Will it dissolve away?  Will I be sporting one ball?”

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“Let me check my phone.”

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“A one bagger?  Just a single?  I’m going to have to move those runners along.”

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“I don’t think they can shrink...”

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“Jose Canseco.”

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“Who?”

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“Ozzie Canseco’s brother.”

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“Even more of a who?”

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“Jose Canseco got roided up, his balls shrank and he wrote a book about that.  It was about everyone else he saw or was pretty sure got shot up in the bathroom stalls of the clubhouses.”

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“Clubhouses?  How old was this kid?”

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“Baseball.”

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“Aah… are you on steroids?”

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“No, but I’m not very good at baseball, maybe I should be.”

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“Okay,” Cynthia gave another squeeze to one of each.  “Could the other one have gotten bigger?”

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“I am now realizing I don’t have a clue which one is normal sized.  Do you know?”

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“I feel like you’ve logged more hours with them…”

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“Maybe one is getting smaller and the other is growing.  He’s feeding off its little brother.  You’re in this together!  You’re supposed to be friends!” Harris scolded his testicles.

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“I’m going to get you to see a doctor, then I’m going to call someone to look at your balls,” Cynthia chomped on a pen like a cigar and wiggled her eyebrows.

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“Thanks Groucho…”