In the holidays my grandparents, little brother and I went to the 4 and a half star Copthorne Hotel in Masterton. It was a marvellous and well-kept hotel. It had a pool table which we played on heaps. One of the more memorable times was on the second day against my brother. I started really well and was doing really well but the bozo that I am, I hit the black ball in before all my balls and the Kerplunk sound meant that Harry had beat me. It was outrageous. I thought I was going to win. Fate decided otherwise.
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