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Plus, we’d killed nearly an hour and a half in the process

When the bowling lane we’d requested, the one farthest from the door and away from the bar and the check-in counter, finally came available, we traded our shoes for the orn rentals and picked our not-fancy-or-polished balls froainst the wall I bent down and laced my shoes as I watched Si pins doith a ten-pound ball

Her first approach was comical, and her release was less than impressive She took three aard steps and launched the ball as hard as she could, which was also entirely too late, resulting in a loud, and totally attention-grabbing, crash against the hardwoods

She definitely wasn’t a natural

Nervously I glanced around, but only a few disinterested gazes even drifted our way, and it was clear it wasn’t the first ti ball in this place

Her ball rolled listlessly toward the gutter, and as if she’d expected a strike her first go-round, Natty stomped her foot and muttered, "Darn it!" which was probably the equivalent of a swear, co from Natty

"Really?" I scoffed, because how could she not have known that thing was headed to the gutter?

She shrugged, and we both sat on our bench and watched as Siood A iven souers a run for their money

His first roll wasn’t a strike, but on his second, he bowled a split, sending one of his two re the lane Even if he’d done it by accident, he was taking full credit for the maneuver as he strolled back confidently, his chest all puffed up "Tisworth"

Natty nudgedinto action

I doubt it would surprise anyone to knoas conew, all-star pitcher, was competitive There wasn’t a chance in H-E-double hockey sticks I was letting Sirown up in Burlington, Washington, where so to do on a rainy Saturday afternoon was go to the bowling alley with your parents, probably didn’t hurt any

I clutched ainst my chest as I took my first step