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Show Woodworth/^7 Rachael gets a strike on a guy from college who screwed her in his room, and then kicked her out at 3'00 am to walk home through the city on her own. They argue in giggles about how to score. "Look, o.v,KcA£-, I still have another ball coming to me. But there aren't any more pins to knock down. So I got to get another ball on my next turn, when all the pins are up." "But when all the pins are up, you are obviously going to knock down more than you would than if there were just a few." "Right. So?" "Hum. I don't know. It made sense at the time. But, if you knock them all down next time, does that mean that you just keep adding on balls? What happens at the end of the game?" "You add 'em all up." "Where do you put the numbers? If that was right, they would have little boxes for adding them up." "You have to color out part of the box. Like this." "Rachael, that can't be right." "It is. Look, ask that guy." She points to a man sitting next to them, dressed in dirty jeans and a plaid shirt which shows a green t-shirt through holes. "You ask 'em." "Quick. Before he has to go bowl." His partner is older looking, corduroys, beige turtle neck sweater, a ponderous mustache perched on his upper lip. "You ask 'em." "For God's sake, grow up. He's listening to everything we say." |
