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little things...

Every night, as I walk through the B1 lounge (our game room) on the way back to my berthing, I pass the pool table. I don’t know who does it, but with each evening pass I see a fresh rack waiting for the next game.

Posted by noblehobo on March 30, 2008 11:41 PM |

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