Saturday, April 18, 2009

Flirtations. Distractions. Stolen glances over solids. Solids and stripes. He never let her win. She returned the favor. Three to one. One to one.
In the end, they both lost.

Maybe I should have let him win, she'd think with a sigh.
Maybe I shouldn't have sank the eight right then, he would muse later.

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