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The late afternoon sun bathed the backyard of the triplets — Cassian, Dorian, and Kane— with a golden light as they geared up for another impromptu baseball game. Excitement was written all over their childlike faces, ready to have fun under the clear sky.
Cassian, with his unruly hair and sparkling eyes, took on the role of the catcher. Kane positioned himself as the pitcher, gripping the ball firmly. Dorian, equipped with glasses that made him look like a miniature professional baseball player, was poised to bat.
“Kane, how much longer are you going to take to pitch?” impatiently inquired Dorian, waving his baseball bat.
“Relax, Dorian. When the ball comes, even with those huge glasses, you won't be able to see it,” teased Kane, smiling confidently.
Cassian
