The cue ball cracked into the triangle of balls and skipped off the table.
Alex retrieved the ball from the corner, fresh blue chalk smudge on it.
“What’s up with that?”
Moller cased his break cue. “With what?”
Alex laughed through his nostrils, shaking a bit.
“You never break like that. Ever. What’s goin’ on? Don’t say nothin’.”
Moller chalked his Meucci, da…
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