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ᅠ“it’s just physics, no need for god to get involved,” taunts, a click of the tongue as she hits the cue ball on course for another sink. she’ll find out eventually, even if he won’t tell.
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ᅠ“could’ve gifted you with sight instead,” mumbles, face unmoving while watching his play. every move is carefully calculated and wholly intentional: not only through familiarity, but actual knowing.
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Matthew listened to the break carefully, memorizing the position of every ball on the table. He took his place behind the white billard, searching for the chalk to rub it along the tip of his cue.
"Well, I've been a very faithful Catholic over the years. Just call it a -
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ᅠthe cue glides through her fingers smoothly, shot just right. a crack and a thump, her ball sinking into the intended pocket. still merciless as she locks onto the next perfect shot.
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