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I watched the pitch. Her hands were black and the tears on her face had dried up. Thinking of what I experienced when I was pitching, I felt powerless from all directions. From the beginning of egg painting, I took care of her carefully, and gained the joy of egg painting. Careful and hopeful care gave birth to the joy of pitching. I clearly remember every scene I spent with pitching. "Pitch ~" I have let go and screamed. This good friend, who accompanied me since childhood, accompanied me through the original Kanto, short-distance oranges, only silver in the game, and now Fiona Fang. For the first time, I regret my decision, my mistake and my incompetence. Why didn't I let the fire-breathing dragon leave later? Why do you have to go to the streets to rest in Longdu? Why should I be a pitcher? Why should I be a pitcher? Why did I provoke the boss of the Huo Yan team when I was overwhelmed, and finally let the pitcher take over the explosion and burning after cleaning up? Why didn't I feel it when the rocket drugged the pitcher, which caused the pitcher's death today?
I suddenly felt very dizzy. At this time, a familiar and unfamiliar feeling came back. A huge thunder fell right on my head, and I almost fainted, just …