Playing the game was his motto. But he was fed up of playing solitaire. He was looking for company. None seemed to match his interest and capabilities. Till Shama appeared.
And then the games began. Never seeming to end. Mental and physical. They loved the challenges that were thrown at every turn. And then there was a stalemate. A referee had to be called.
The referee came, solved and laughed all the way to her heart, leaving behind a broken console.
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