I play billiards, and I'm very good at it. I'm good at a lot of things boys think they do. After all the heartache last night, and the double entendres, and the dusky mornings, I felt it appropriate we distract ourselves with a good round of my favorite game: Male Ego Popping.
I took my sister to the club, and we proceeded to gamble, shoot pool, drink early, smoke cigars and win at darts. And win we did. Poor Jack.
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