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“You know what’s funny?” Tajima asked out of nowhere while they were sitting on the sandy beach, looking at their teammates have fun while it’s their turn to watch over the bags.
“What?” Abe fixed their stuff to fit under the shade of the umbrella as he humored their third basema.
“Your baseball position.”
Abe took his bottle from the cooler to take a sip as he waited for the continuation.
“I mean you’re a baseball catcher, but Mihashi’s the catcher in your relationship, right?”
Abe choked. Coughing violently, he hit his chest to let the water out.
Damn Tajima!