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>114 fanfiction stories about the game Pong
>Each looked at the other: he knew she wanted the point, and he was aware she knew he wanted it as well. The ball materialized in front of him, and he glanced down at it for a moment, taking in the blank white texture for what was truly the first time, the smooth surface seeming stranger than ever before. He looked back at her, really met her gaze, tried to convey his regret for what he had to do. He wasn't sure she had gotten the message, but he hoped she had. And as the ball whizzed past her, and the final point was scored, and she spun around and glared at him with her bright, piercing white gaze, he sighed, realizing, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, how truly alone he was.
>114 fanfiction stories about the game Pong
>Each looked at the other: he knew she wanted the point, and he was aware she knew he wanted it as well. The ball materialized in front of him, and he glanced down at it for a moment, taking in the blank white texture for what was truly the first time, the smooth surface seeming stranger than ever before. He looked back at her, really met her gaze, tried to convey his regret for what he had to do. He wasn't sure she had gotten the message, but he hoped she had. And as the ball whizzed past her, and the final point was scored, and she spun around and glared at him with her bright, piercing white gaze, he sighed, realizing, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, how truly alone he was.
