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August 23, 1977 |
I cannot play chess. I don't know how. And even if you tell me how to play as I'm playing it, I still wouldn't be any good at it. I never understand why people who are bad at chess always want to play. I don't play games unless I have reasonable assurance that I will win.
And that move was just putting his arm around her.
All right, calm down. I'm just talking about how I enjoy this time of year. No need to go on a "I'm rich, I hate spending money" rant. You're the reason we talk about eating the rich.