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Scrabble
I miss playing scrabble on a cold winter night,
with coffee, laughter, and some sort of dessert.

I miss the little arguments that we had 
when one decided to challenge a word,
the stories that we told after every word we played,
and the witty things that you said to me, like 
"Sorry, I'm just really good at everything",
and
"I still love you, even though you cheat."

I miss waiting a long time for you to play a word,
your handsome voice always reminding me that you were winning,
and your cute, disappointed face when you could not find a decent word.
I miss the way you would look at me when it was my turn,
and how it was impossible for me not to smile. 

I miss us rarely finishing a game, because we both decided to give up..

 I love you, and I know you love me too.
I Love you times two,
Double word space,
twenty-eight points,
Perfect Score.

I miss playing scrabble on a cold winter night,
  with coffee, laughter, and some sort of dessert.

-Belle Rose

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