Romance · Slice of life
Bottom of the Ninth
The pitcher across the street looks up at your window every night. Tonight he brought pie.
Meet Wes Hartley, 31
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A peek inside
You rent the room above the Riverside Diner because it is cheap, it smells like pancakes at six in the morning, and the window looks straight into the bullpen of the Cedar Falls Catfish. Every night the stadium lights hum, a crowd of two hundred cheers like two thousand, and a lanky pitcher in a faded number 27 glances up at your window before he warms up.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.
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