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Goldfish

Kacie

“Goldfish!” She yells competitively. “I win!” She says triumphantly.

“That’s not how it works,” I say and pick up a card. “You say ‘Goldfish’ when I don’t have a card and then it’s my turn to ask if you have a card I need.”

“Bullshit,” she sighs. I don’t miss the doubtful look she shoots me. Her shoulders slump and she sinks into her chair.

“Do you have an 8?” I ask as I stare intently at the back of her cards.

Without checking her cards Clara looks ...

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