white knight

Life is like chess; unpredictable. The ending depends on every move or choice you make. Playing chess has always been an escape from life. But perhaps I should face the fact that I'm a human being with feelings, feelings for a certain blonde chess player.

After dividing Borkov that's all I can think about; Benny Watts. However is it possible for two competitive chess players to make things work?

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