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Eeny-Meeny
Jack surveyed the area. Which one would it be? The tall drink of water standing there preening himself, the good-looking girl at the other end or the wrinkled grandpa. Which indeed.
Taking aim Jack got the shot off, his ball hurtling towards its prey. Choice made.
Taking aim Jack got the shot off, his ball hurtling towards its prey. Choice made.
Published 1st Apr 2021
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