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For Carson, being with Greta was like playing baseball. She loved them both with her whole heart. Both consumed her every thought. With them she felt her value and purpose; her confidence came from both. Until the last thump of her heart, she would want only baseball and Greta.
But baseball did not hold her or make love to her. It did not dance with her in the kitchen or shine its light on her. Baseball would never scream her name in frustration and delight. Baseball could never build a life and home with her. That was all her girl.