Chess…
“Loving him was like playing chess with grandpa when I was a child, she thought. I could never outguess his next move, but he always made me feel like I had chances to win…”
“Loving him was like playing chess with grandpa when I was a child, she thought. I could never outguess his next move, but he always made me feel like I had chances to win…”
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Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Orange À chaque automne cette communion étrange entre la saison colorée, et la fillette aux cheveux orange.