Chess

My eyes dart uncontrollably
Widening as i glance at the opponent
My shoulders heaving and pulsating
Biting my lip so hard, a metallic taste of blood
Enters my gaping mouth
Hands quivering violently, I make my move.
Chess can get pretty tense.

My eyes dart uncontrollably

Widening as I glance at the opponent

My shoulders heaving and pulsating

Biting my lip so hard, a metallic taste of blood

Enters my gaping mouth

Hands quivering violently, I make my move.

Chess can get pretty tense.

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