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Message In A Bottle

“What are you doing?” “Drinking my way to sadness.” “Why?” “Sadness helps me write.” “Why do you need to write?” “Writing makes me happy.” “oh.”

Skee Ball

My balls drop and I go for the tightest hole. 100,000. The coveted hole in the top left corner. Aim, fire. Gutterball. Aim, fire. Gutterball. Aim, fire Gutterball. Hmmm… The guy on my left is steady sinking the middle hole. 10,000 points a pop. 3 in a row. I’m down, but whatever. With 7 more…
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