Spoons

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I slap my hand down over the handle of the spoon and hold it up.
"Victory!" I screech with a smile.
He and my friend grab at the last spoon. My friend slumps down into her chair with a frown. He pulls the spoon to his face and parades victory around the classroom.
My friend gets up, rolls her eyes, and mutters, "What a sore winner."
I snicker as he sat back down.
"This time you're going down," I threaten.
He just leans back in his chair laughing as I narrow my eyes. I couldn't stay serious for long, so I ended up letting out a snort and a short laugh.

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