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The next week, the practice started with Stefanie and Nora having a screaming contest. As usual, Stefanie was being a rude, big-mouth snob. As usual, Nora was calling her out.
Grigor called from the sideline.
"Nora. Over here."
We stood frozen as we didn't expect Nora to be in trouble. We expected Stefanie.
Nora marched across to Grigor with her chin jutting forward, defiant. She didn't like being bossed around by anyone.
"Why are you calling me?" Nora said defensively.
"Because you're a talented baseball player," Grigor said, which surprised her.
"Huh?"
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