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May 18, 2003
All the girls in the league admired Peg's new bowling ball. Unlike her old one, which was plain black and dull, the new one was fancy – all pink with white swirls like marble and shinier than any bowling ball anyone had ever seen. It was her present to herself after Pete died. What Peg loved most about the ball, though, was what nobody else could see: that when her fingers sunk into the ball's three holes, they were blinding the eyes and silencing the mouth that belonged to Pete's head, oh so heavy underneath the shiny pink and white glaze.