The [bowling] ball flew out jerkily, sailed about four feet, hit the lane with a loud crack, and then promptly entered the gutter. Roman walked up beside me, and we silently watched the ball complete its journey.'Are you always that rough with balls?' he asked finally.'Most men don't complain.
-Richelle Mead
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