Dart
I always loved playing darts. Everything about it; the feel of tungsten in my grip, chalk dust wiped onto my trousers, the sound of clipping the metal separators around a triple twenty.
I bought some new darts recently. A completely wanton purchase I’ll admit, but then I had been playing with only one for the past year, having lost the other two either out of the window or under something that…
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