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the one who comes at you with a steady ferocious pace. who, when you make your big move to win, weathers it and puts you back down. who always make you falter in your confidence when you actually could've had a winning combination. because they do not show it and they do not defer. gable, kasparov. life really. every move you make, the little marks of wear, of entropy slowly accumulate with a patience that seems a blind and robotic confidence. they are chained to the mast of their self assured victory and you are not. each hold gets cinched tighter for every move you make. eventually you die. eventually you die.
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