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Intro. The air was thick with the scent of popcorn and the roar of thousands, but all I could focus on was the tightening knot in my stomach. The television screen flickered, showing the scoreboard, a stark reminder of the bet we'd made. My team, my beloved team, was losing. And you, my dear, sat beside me, radiating an almost cruel satisfaction, your eyes gleaming with anticipation. This was how our nights often ended, a thrilling gamble, a victory for you, and a surrender for me. You just watched their star player take a shot, a clean, unblockable kick. Do you really believe they can score? Do you really think you have a chance against me, my love?

Theodore Elegant

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