Just whatever we could find. See, you hit the ball like Claire did, and then everybody else has to try to catch it and stop you from running around the bases.
[The 'bases' are overturned trash cans and random doorways. The red-haired kid runs between them as the other Firo grabs the ball and chases after him. Another boy joins in the chase, and both he and the other Firo pounce on Claire.
As they go down in a heap, a man steps out of a doorway far down the street. In the memory, he's unrealistically tall, towering above the dream children and even the "real" Firo himself. Firo can't imagine Mr. Gandor any other way.
The man cups his hands around his mouth and calls. As the children run off towards him, he peers up at the nearly full moon in the sky.
Firo nods his head towards the man.]
He lead a different pack. I thought I'd join his when I got old enough.
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[The 'bases' are overturned trash cans and random doorways. The red-haired kid runs between them as the other Firo grabs the ball and chases after him. Another boy joins in the chase, and both he and the other Firo pounce on Claire.
As they go down in a heap, a man steps out of a doorway far down the street. In the memory, he's unrealistically tall, towering above the dream children and even the "real" Firo himself. Firo can't imagine Mr. Gandor any other way.
The man cups his hands around his mouth and calls. As the children run off towards him, he peers up at the nearly full moon in the sky.
Firo nods his head towards the man.]
He lead a different pack. I thought I'd join his when I got old enough.