I squinted at the cue ball, then at the triangle of balls farther down the table.

“You’re a tiny bit off,” I said.

I felt him smile. “How much you want to bet?”

“Five dollars.”

I felt him give a soft shake of his head.

“Your jacket.”

“You want my jacket?”

“I want it off.

Author: Becca Fitzpatrick

I squinted at the cue ball, then at the triangle of balls farther down the table. <br /><br />“You’re a tiny bit off,” I said.<br /><br />I felt him smile. “How much you want to bet?”<br /><br />“Five dollars.”<br /><br />I felt him give a soft shake of his head. <br /><br />“Your jacket.”<br /><br />“You want my jacket?”<br /><br />“I want it off. - Becca Fitzpatrick



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