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In the spring of 1984, I was crushed not to make my Little League All-Star team. I will not go into too much detail, but imagine all your best friends were invited to a one-month party, and you weren’t. You could watch it from afar but never get past the fence line. It was an early and abrupt welcome to adolescent loneliness.

Brian Shactman

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