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House Rules
Chapter 4
by 
Daemony
“I thought you said this was a table-tennis evening,” the blonde said.
“It is.”
“Then why am I the table?”
“Because we couldn't find the table.”
The blonde frowned.
“And the ball?”
“You know very well where it is.”
“Sure. It's really hard not to remember where you put it,” she moaned.
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