The gentleman pool
shark entered, impeccably dressed in a smart tweed jacket and bowler hat.
He walked over to the stack of quarters lying on the tables edge
and placed five crisp one hundred dollar bills. The jukebox went quiet
and no one got up to feed it. Jimmy only got one shot in the break
before the gentleman pool shark sunk every ball on the table. Jimmy reached
for his leather jacket. In one pocket, there was an empty wallet. In the
other, there was a deer gutting knife.
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