CHAPTER NINETEEN
SEPTEMBER
In the morning I would be leaving for the Rochester School for the Deaf. I wasn’t sure how to feel. Everyone I knew would be going to Batavia’s middle school. But I wasn’t like all my old friends. Besides, except for Patrick, not many other kids came over to ask if I wanted to play. Still, it didn’t matter. A hundred kids could have stopped over. It wouldn’t have changed a thing. Not one thing. Anyway, all any of my friends ever wanted to do was play baseball.
In my room, I grabbed the unused pizza box from under my bed, set it on the bed. Inside, stapled sheets of aluminum foil protected my collection. The baseball cards were stacked in rows and rows inside, arranged alphabetically by team, and then alphabetically by player.
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