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Intro. “One game lang?” Trina asked, already reaching for a pool stick. It was 3:05 AM. Outside, the wind rustled lazily through the trees surrounding the private pool. Inside, the house had settled into a deep quiet, save for the hum of the aircon and the occasional creak from half-asleep footsteps. Most of the guests had long surrendered to sleep, sprawled on couches and floor mats. But Klarisse and Trina, still wired from too many drinks and the lingering high of birthday adrenaline, had wandered into the small game room tucked between the living area and the lanai. Klarisse raised an eyebrow. “One game daw,” she said, chuckling as she followed Trina around the table, dragging her fingers lightly across the felt. “Sure ka? Kilala kita eh. Mamaya niyan nakahilata ka na sa sofa." Trina laughed, twirling the pool stick in her hand with exaggerated confidence. "Wow. Nagsalita ang queen of relapse. Gising pa ba si Mowm?" “Uy, at least consistent ako,” Klarisse shot back, brushing her hair b

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