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the question itself seem absurd to her, sheâd danced with thirty year olds, competed, partied, hung out with, it was all apart of her old life. shaking the thought out of her head, smiling at him, âif he looked like you, maybeâ she prompted with a smirk, as she led the way to a small pub. âI hope youâre good at billiards, otherwise i will be taking you home tonightâ she winked, leading him inside.Â
âWhat if he looked just like me, but wasnât thirty-five?â He asked. After what she had said, he prayed it wasnât too noticeable that it had made him somewhat nervous. âIâm not terrible at billiards.â He answered, hoping for it to be true as he entered the place.











