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Fast Eddie's, Sunday evening into night
Eleanor had managed to find the establishment and was surprised at all the things there. She didn't even know what half of those games were.
She sat down at a table and ordered a tea while she waited for Leda, checking the place and people out.
(Eleanor's here for Leda, but anyone else can catch her too. as usual, the place is open for others.)
She sat down at a table and ordered a tea while she waited for Leda, checking the place and people out.
(Eleanor's here for Leda, but anyone else can catch her too. as usual, the place is open for others.)

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She glanced around and asked, "What should we try?"
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There were probably a lot of gutter balls in Eleanor's future.
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They weren't bad shoes really.
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cuz bowling shoes always are lol "So now we just pick a lane and start throwing balls?"no subject
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Mun decided that when Leda suggested this.no subject
She swung the ball, it slipped from her fingers halfway through its arc and landed heavily in the middle of the aisle. It rolled slowly, straight into the gutter where it continued with agonozing slowness to the end.
Eleanor frowned. "Perhaps its a dud."
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She took a stance, let the ball go and ... frowned as it repeated the same maneuver ball number one had performed.
"Are these all defective?" she stared at the rack of balls.
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And this ball actually didn't get the gutter. It made a strike.
In the next lane over.
A sheepish Eleanor squeaked out a 'sorry' and sat down by Leda. "Or perhaps it's me," she said, blushing slightly.
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She was right. Gutterball. "Jeez those things are heavy."
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(oops, wrong icon. lol)
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"I did it!" she squealed in delight.
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