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Marcel McClain

Alina, Gina and I sat in the courtyard, you know, next to the lake that ran quite peacefully through our backyard. Alina wasn’t as surprised as her sister that I wanted to play chess with her or even volunteered to see her at all. She seems to know the kind of person I am. A sick minded person who plays games. An actual real life game of chess and from the look on her face, I don’t think she minds that fact very much. In fact, I happen to think that she loves it very much and she’s happy that there’s finally someone like this in her life.

There was freshly squeezed orange juice in front of everyone of us.

“You and your sister should play the game first.” I want to see how she moves. She moved like a shark in the tournament she won but that’s now a while ago and I don’t think she plays the same way anymore. She must have changed her strategy.

“That ain’t going to take much time.” One of the reasons I don’t like Alina again. She behaves like a hood rat. Like a short one.