Marget hated putting on rented bowling shoes. The idea that someone else's
sweaty, smelly foot had been in there only hours before turned her
stomach. It made the whole experience of bowling just distasteful. She
had thought about buying her own set of course, but thought better of it
when she had seen the price. Since she only bowled once in awhile she
could never justify that, not when going bowling was supposed to be
a cheap date.
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