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My dad is unable, physically, to play baseball anymore but he was playing; he hit the ball hard and deep beyond the centre fielder, by the time they got the ball in he was only at second (being an extremely fast runner at one time) he looked at me and said "somethings wrong, I'm only at second base). there was a beer tent with spectators in it in the middle of the playing field. my friend jane was beside me and commented on my dad's hit, then proceeded to set her pet monkey down (she doesn't have one in real life). then my dad is on a pink couch dying, the crowd wouldn't let me through, he was really cold and people were putting blankets on him. i finally got through and kissed him; told him that he had to hang on, that i still needed him, please don't leave me. I was ready to do cpr on him if need be, he was getting stiff...no one called 911. i woke up before he died

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