chess | zm

chess | zm

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She was like that masterpiece in a chess game, the queen you know. She's got all the power, can move anywhere, take any pawn she likes out the game. But it just takes one clever movement from the opponent and she's gone, out the game. Forever. The extraordinary piece you thought you had is lost. No horses, no castles, not even you can bring her back. She's unique, there's only one. He was like the king. Most keep him back until he's really needed. But he's sat at the back most of the time, watching his horses play, his pawns, his castles. And watching her. His Queen. She may help him win, but he may loose her forever. But once all the other pieces are gone he'll have join the game, he must. They'll fight together, stick together. And maybe, just maybe they'll win the game, just the two of them. But maybe not.
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