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The Hitting Zone

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. Instagram: @writerhalf_empty https://www.patreon.com/half_empty ~~The Last Curve can be found there, a short story about Rhys Please read on Webnovel! **Names, faces, and places aren’t real. A work of fiction. Nonetheless, it is my work of fiction so please don’t post it without permission. *I have used school names that do exist though, but I would like everyone to know that I have no affiliation with them. Nor do my views reflect their views. **Also, I bought the royalty-free license for my cover. Which means I can use it without having to pay royalties. If you have any questions, comment on my latest chapter or reach me on discord.

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V3 ch308 Kindred Spirit

I looked to Coach for help. 

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, Jake." Coach assured me. 

I tried not to die of embarrassment as I rubbed some dried sweat off my cheek. "I'm not really sure what he's asking." I said in a low voice. 

"Am I tipping my pitches?" Cody repeated. "Is there a telltale sign that gives away what my pitch will be?" He elaborated. "I feel like you and your team could possibly tell."

"Oh. Jake probably could." Noah shrugged. He nudged me. "Tell him how you know."

Oh. "Well, when you're throwing a curve, your index and middle fingers are on the outside. When it's a fastball, they come out on top of the ball." I tried to show him what I would see. 

Coach Wilson laughed. "That's not really what he meant. That's not actual tipping. That's the normal consequence of throwing different pitches. You have excellent vision then, Jake. I'm not surprised you have such skill given your success."