I’m forcing Chuck’s king back: “Check, check, check.”
Then his king finds a safe haven.
“Damn,” I say, “I’ve run out of checks.”
“No worries,” he says, without pausing for breath and grabbing a pawn: “I’ll take a credit card.”
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I’m forcing Chuck’s king back: “Check, check, check.”
Then his king finds a safe haven.
“Damn,” I say, “I’ve run out of checks.”
“No worries,” he says, without pausing for breath and grabbing a pawn: “I’ll take a credit card.”
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