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They couldn’t look at one another, not even a glance, because it would be detrimental. A free fall into space where everything is violent and heavenly and miraculous. So they settled for a spot at the rail, nestled between teammates, a space small enough to force a touch. Not skin against skin but Tim could feel the muscles in the catcher’s forearm shift against his bicep every time Posey took a breath.