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.
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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.