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... ight days.
It was a splinter in his mind, a constant, irritating reminder that the game he loved was fundamentally, insurmountably unfair at the highest level.
How could he, a kid with a laptop and a knack for tactics, ever compete with a manager who could literally see the future?
This simmering frustration followed him to work on a dreary Tuesday afternoon.
The sterile chill of the CostMart dairy aisle did little to cool his temper.
He wasn’t just stacki ...
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