Like Chess
He could take the risk with her, his best friend? Would work?
Strategies weren't the problem, he had all of them. Like chess.
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Parchment smell, she had. Parchment that could erase all his thoughts of plans and strategy. They didn't work.
The wrong phrase, and his pawn had to go back two squares. He could take the risk, sacrificing his own rook, who knew if it would work.
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Thought he had all the plans and strategies, he forgot one thing.
She wasn't a pawn, and love wasn't like chess.