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"How are you so good at this?" Loretta cried out in frustration after losing the game for the fifth time.

"Do you want me to let you win?" Lincoln snorted, staring at her with his tender eyes.

"Seriously? I shouldn't have to ask; you're just supposed to know that I need to win to feel happy." Loretta yelled as she laughed.

"Okay, don't worry, honey, I'll let you win this time."

"Asshole." The brown-haired lady cursed and hit him playfully.

Wait a second, why was he calling her 'honey'? Did he mean it, or was he just a fun person?

"Okay, I won't let you win; I'll just try to take it slow with you. If you win this time, then you did it because you're playing with someone at your level."

For some reason, Loretta took offense. "Are you trying to say that I'm dumb, so you have to stoop so low so I can win? You're pitying me."

"No... Somehow, but... Come on. You know that's not what I mean. Fine, I'll play as I've been playing, and you'll fail again."

"So you're calling me a failure?" Loret
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