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*Trevor's at his usual coffee house spot, and this time he's staring intently at a chess board. He's reading a book of rules. At first, it seems simple enough, but the moment he looks at the board, he's lost. He moves a pawn on the white end and smiles.
Of course, he's reading a comic two minutes after he's moved about five pieces.*
Ahh, much better.
Of course, he's reading a comic two minutes after he's moved about five pieces.*
Ahh, much better.