Thread:Peachy4872/@comment-39062437-20190819190438/@comment-39062437-20190824214504

(After the game, Lynn is looking down)

Lincoln: Hey, sis. I'm really sorry you lost.

Lynn: I don't know what happened. I was doing so well until a light shines in my face and messed up my pitch.

Lincoln: I think it was my fault. I bumped into someone and it made the light shine off his glasses.

Lynn: And I'm so sorry I threw the ball at you.

Lincoln: It wasn't your fault. I don't even know what's going on with me. It's was like... bad luck.

Lynn: It better not be. I know how dangerous bad luck can be.

Lincoln: Anyway, up next is Lola's pageant. I shouldn't mess that up.