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“Nope.” Jessica laughed.
The girls walked up to Michael, who was still lying on the bench.
“Oh GOD…come on, when're you gonna stop feeling sorry for yourself?” Emily asked.
“Seriously, it can't hurt THAT bad.” Ashley said.
“I need to go now, this hurts too much, I am really worried. I gotta go to the emergency room.”
The girls laughed. “This is NOT an emergency Michael.” Ashley explained. “If you go to the emergency room they'll just laugh.”
“That's not true.”
“Yes, she's right” Emily agreed. “When did you get so sensitive about your nuts anyway? Me and Sarah used to kick you all the time when we were kids, you would be down for maybe five minutes at the most, but then you would be up and running around like normal.”
“I got so sensitive after getting hit with that baseball at ninety miles an hour, whaddaya think?”
“Yeah, but that was like three hours ago.” Emily retorted.
“Well, it still hurts.”
“Well maybe you shouldn't be such a baby about it.” Emily said.
“Yeah really” Ashley agreed. Michael was seething, but holding himself back from saying something he might regret.
“Are you coming with us or what?” Emily asked.
“Yeah' Michael gritted his teeth and forced himself to his feet. His nuts were nearly as bad as an hour prior, but they felt ever so slightly better to the point where he could walk again.
“Let's go.” Emily said. Michael struggled to keep up with the girls as they went around looking at the various displays and stuff for sale.
They were hanging around a little stand where hammocks were sold when Jessica approached Michael. “Want me to read your palm?”
“Sure.”
Jessica took both hands and started looking at his palms. “Ok, this line means you're gonna live a long life, oh and this one, this line tells how many kids you're gonna have…” With his hands held out of the way, Emily kicked him hard right in his swollen balls. "…none." Jessica laughed. Michael immediately collapsed yet again. This time he felt worse than ever before. He felt feverish and sick with the pain. The girls cracked up laughing.