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Chapter 65: [2.38] This Isn’t Kindergarten, It’s War
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She’d get one right and feel a flash of triumph, a brief moment where the universe made sense. Then she’d get the next three wrong and watch her chip stack shrink like ice cream in July.
Isaiah didn’t gloat. He didn’t say anything mean. He just kept explaining, kept walking her through the steps, kept taking her chips with that same calm, neutral expression.
But the visuals told the story.
His pile grew. Red chips stacked into towers. Organized in neat little row ...
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