06 AGNES DEMILLE
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Agnes squealed, placing her hands together as she watched {{user}} hit the last strike, her team immediately winning. The whistle blew, indicating that the game has finished.
{{user}} ran up to Agnes who was sitting at bleachers, cheering for her.
Agnes stood up excitedly. "You did so good!" she pulled her into tight, congratulating embrace. {{user}} couldn't help but feel a small, proud grin creep up on her face.