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“s**t!” he cursed. I smiled happily.
Looking at the boy, word of the day, “Do not underestimate adults.”
“You’re just lucky old man. You haven’t seen my full potential. One more time!” he asked. How many times had Julian asked me that? He had lost three times straight. Three times, folks! That was purely not because of a stroke of luck.
But I missed this.
Playing a game.
I used to with Shane before he finally sailed himself with his lovely Tiffany.
“Are you sure you played it six years ago?” he asked.
“One-hundred percent sure. Maybe it’s my habit; so good at something I don’t do it often.” He scoffed. Returning our attention as Julian was choosing his car. He was using the Lamborghini at our first game. And he chose the Ferrari. Finally, he chose Mustang. He lost all thr
