Playing chess
My nephew wanted to play. I should just to spend some time with him, but I don’t find it fun anymore. When I was a kid, I’d play against my dad; and I enjoyed improving and learning to read moves ahead. I was happy to have beat him twice, like that was some great accomplishment. Nowadays, I can’t think that far ahead. I mean, I’d probably get it back with practice, but I don’t want to. It’s not the same thrill.
“No one wants to play with you, River, because you’re not graceful when you win,” my sister tells him.
That’s not it. I actually think his flexing and trash talk is funny. Aw…he asked me if I wanted to play. I should even if I really don’t enjoy the game anymore. Someday, he won’t even bother to ask me if I want to play, will he? Might as well spend the time while the time exists.
“No one wants to play with you, River, because you’re not graceful when you win,” my sister tells him.
That’s not it. I actually think his flexing and trash talk is funny. Aw…he asked me if I wanted to play. I should even if I really don’t enjoy the game anymore. Someday, he won’t even bother to ask me if I want to play, will he? Might as well spend the time while the time exists.
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