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The jukebox had been mercifully silent today as Lex moved about the pool table, taking shot after calculated shot. Small blessings, but Lex had learned to cherish them a lot more since arriving on that island. Among other things. Speaking of which, "12 corner pocket" he muttered in Russian to himself as he bent over and made the shot. The ball bounced off the five, hit the wall and almost glanced off the pocket, but went in. It had taken him a bit to get used to this much more worn table vice his carefully taken care of one in the castle, but he was getting used to it. Plus, the geometry was a refreshing change of thought.

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"Your picking this up very quickly." Lex said as he moved around the table to aim at the blue striped fifteen. "It took Clark a whole afternoon before he could even get the cue ball to hit another ball, much less get so close." The fifteen went into the corner without a hitch, followed by the pink thirteen. If he purposefully missed the eleven, he didn't show it.