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           the balancing of the billiard cue could easily tell her if it would be an unerring move or not. it was all about the angle; the arms swing; the calculation. sarah would never be known for her intelligence like cosima would – patience and analysis weren’t her forte, but she spent way too much time at pubs during her youth - more than she’d like to admit. and practice makes perfect.   ❛  yeah?  goo’  thing  i  don’t  do  brains.  or  luck.  ❜  for a few seconds, she could sense like the billiard cue was an extension of her arms. along with a deep breath, she hit the heavy, white ball that smacked number nine – the yellow one slid until the table pocket as the brunette looked up, meeting his eyes once more.

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