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A Clutch of Odd Birds
Pat Jordan
August 30, 1971
In the pool hall's pecking order, there was a spot for each of the town's wastrels, a niche where even a cue-room turkey felt at home. It was not a bad place to come of age
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August 30, 1971

A Clutch Of Odd Birds

In the pool hall's pecking order, there was a spot for each of the town's wastrels, a niche where even a cue-room turkey felt at home. It was not a bad place to come of age

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"Naw, just a little cold."

"Thank God! You had me worried, Kwasi. You gotta take care of yourself, kid. Think of your friends, the people who count on you. You know, Kwasi, you can't be recklessly selfish with so many people worrying about you."

"I guess you're right, Speedo."

"Sure I am.... Shoot a little nine ball, Kwasi?"

"Come on Speedo, whaddya think, I'm stupid?"

"Kwasi, how unfair! Just a friendly game. I'll even spot you the nine ball."

"I wouldn't shoot you if you spotted me the eight and nine."

"How about the eight, nine and break?"

"Eight, nine and break? Naw, I shouldn't."

"But Kwasi, you can't just go away. I want you, baby, I need you!"

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