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I am the one naked
As her hand is still in the air, Celine's hand changes form several times. From paper, rock to scissors, her hand keeps on changing in the air. I guess she seemed to notice that I kept on winning by relying on my eyesight as I looked at her hands. Now, she isn’t that dumb as I thought she was as she noticed me looking at her hand. Right now, she smiled as she thoughts that she had got all of my tricks figured out. Of course, who wouldn’t realize it when someone is sitting in front of you, but they aren’t looking at you? You would notice the slight angle when the eyes are focusing on the other direction. However, the trick is, what if it was all an illusion? I could already guess what hand she was going to use despite all of her tricks. That is because I could read her like a book. Either
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