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February 7, 2008
I racked the pool table and broke forcefully, sending a myriad of solid and striped colored balls in every which direction. A stripe stopped just shy of the pocket. I picked it up and examined the faded white color of the pool ball, offset by the green stripe. The former owners of this house went by the name Beech, and I wondered how often they used the table over 13 years ago. Thoughts of Yellowknife, Canada and far off places invaded my thoughts under the basement's flourescent lights. I knew that eventually, I would soon need another place to stay.