Control

Alone in the yard, Toby threw the ball up and down, the repetitive task soothed him. He tossed the ball high, closed his eyes and held out his hand. A satisfying pull, a slight strain, as the ball landed heavily. Caught as it ought to be. Toby was in control.

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