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It was Thursday, and Mark didn't feel like going home yet. Having spent hours on the road, promoting whatever new pill the others on the board told him to, all the greasy dinners he took doctors to after signing every new contract, took a toll on his gut.
But on Thursdays, he and the others from Lodge 38 would sit down, play pool, smoke some Camels, talk shit about their lives. It was a ritual, bonding them through their kids’ graduations, their promotions, their new cars and houses.
Mark’s oldest friend, Max, said that night, ”My wife is giving me hell about going to this massage place, again. I keep telling her that nothing ever happens and keep out my business, but she doesn't listen to anything I say.”
”You gotta plan your life out better, ” Terry, another one in the club, said while setting up the rack on the pool table. His gut got in the way a little bit; he tucked his shirt in deeper behind his belt, pushed the balls a little more to the center.
Hm...What do these guys end up doing? Or seeing later that night?
All will be revealed in due time!
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