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“Heat radiated off Henry's face. Salty snot ran down his upper lip. A majestic fart propelled him to the top of Section 12, just at the springing of the stadium's curve. He slapped the sign as if high-fiving a teammate. It gave back a game shudder. He was crusing now, darkness be damned, stripping off his sweatshirt and his long underwear top without breaking stride.”

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Chad Harbach
Chad Harbach

Chad Harbach, born in 1975, is a renowned American writer. His works are highly praised for their unique narrative style and profound insights into contemporary social issues. more

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