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Why Even Go Bowling?
The bowling place smelt rancid with wife-beating body odor. The rental shoes surprisingly a pleasant canned fresh air. Piss warm beer tasted of lane oil. I heaved the ball down the lane. I looked up; a nasty fat wench smiled a yellow-tooth split. My first ball found the gutter. “Can we go now?”
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