You dodge through the narrow streets of Cairo, pursued8-ball
by men in suits, shouting into their earpieces. You narrowly
avoid getting run over by a car by sliding over the windshield
and making your way into one of the identical stores that line the road.
Inside the dimly lit shop, you pull out the weathered
8Ball from your coat, looking desperately for a solution.

It says:
You sure screwed up this time.

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