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Taylor stood in the center of the gymnasium. "Oh God, please don't let me be last again," she pleaded quietly to herself.

It was time for baseball. All the girls in her class stood together in a circle as one after another was called to a team by its captain. Now she was one of only three left. She knew she wasn't good. She couldn't even get a base hit, and she could never catch a fly ball, no matter how hard she tried.

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