98. Game

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"It's just a game, for crying out loud!"

Her friend didn't have to shout it at her, she had already known for years she was a sore loser.

Even when she was little, she had had a competitive streak. Whenever a possible win was involved, a switch flipped in her head, and she could no longer think of anything else. Losing became virtually impossible, at least, in her mind. And when she did, in fact, lose...

She looked at the pieces of Monopoly apartments and pawns scattered across the floor.

When she did lose, it didn't look pretty.


A/N: Yes, I chose Monopoly for this short on purpose.

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