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As we collected bottles, we managed to earn tons of money, maybe enough to fix the damage done to the field. All eight of us met back at the dugout and began counting the money. "one hundred, and five dollars" Dad had said, as we all cheered. "Is it enough?" almost everyone asked in unison as he nodded. "team work is the best work!" I laughed, hugging my Dad. "Al, its 'teamwork makes the dream work'" he corrected, as the boys laughed and i shrugged.
"whatever"

As the day went on, we all chipped in on fixing the sandlot. Soon enough, it looked back to normal - well, except for the ground. "It looks great, boys! and Allie" Dad assured, as we were upset about how there is less grass now. "We'll figure something out about the ground, guys. Don't worry" I smiled at the boys, and some smiled back, which made me happy

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