The Secret of Chess
You are the last hope of the universe. That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him! Oh sure! Blame the wizards! With gusto. Daylight and everything. We don’t have a brig. Oh, I think we should just stay friends. Guess again. ...continue
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