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Slowing a bit, Mike turned back and saw where the ball was headed and moved swiftly towards it, but it tumbled just short of where he was headed and he tripped, flipping over into the dirt. Emma burst out laughing, along with her other sisters as Mike stood, the camera zooming in on a clump of grass sticking out of his face mask. The video flashed and switched over to Emma, dressed in blue jeans and t-shirt, a baseball cap and a fishing pole in her hand, standing at a river. It must have been her dad holding the camera at that point, as his voice called out from behind it. "Lemme get a good shot of you casting the reel, sweetie," he said. Onscreen Emma held the reel back and swung it swiftly forwards. The camera shook violently and then had an impressive close up of the ground, their dad

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