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... t—the subtle shift of his shoulders, the way his fingers curled with practiced ease, the micro-expressions that flickered across his face.
I raised my own fist in response, mirroring his position.
Then my brain kicked into overdrive.
Most people would go for rock first. Of course they would. It was the first word in the name of the game, carried weight in its syllables, felt aggressive and strong—the shape of a fist, primitive and direct, the choice of someone who wanted ...
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