That wasn't fair, she had to laugh; hand over her mouth, she chuckled and strolled around to the other side of the table. "Look at that, a pocket bunny," she announced and squatted to be eye to eye with Martin. Smiling sympathetically, she gently pet his head like ruffling his hair for a bit. "It's so hard to be Martin, isn't it? No upper body strength in rabbit-mode. Alright, up comes the bun." Holding the bottom of the pocket, she pushed up to pop him out and free the cue ball to.
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