We played every day, or rather, every day I crushed him.
It wasn't that he kept doing the same thing over and over again, he always did something different, it was just never good.
Until today.
Today, every move was brilliant, I was tossed around like a leaf in a tornado.
When he got checkmate, I stared at him and demanded to know how the hell he got good overnight.
He claimed he'd sold his soul to the devil for skill with chess.
We laughed, me much more than him.
I knew damn well I hadn't bought shit off him.
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