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Martin looks at me and says ”y’know, I’m pretty good at this.” I patronizingly kiss her on the cheek and say ”Lovely, show me!”
Obviously shaken by the kiss, she rolls his eight throws, sinking some good ones. She got… let’s see two 50s, two 30, and five 10s.
Is that 210?
OK good.
OK, yeah, I guess I technically DID run SOME game on him by kissing her. But not THAT much, right. Like, I didn’t shark the poor bastard.
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