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Got every sixes?For the third time, Isaac, no. I dont have any sixes.How am I sposed to know? Youve picked a in the buff card every round so uttermostAnd Ive got to a greater ex decennaryt pairs with those cards than youve got brain cells, app argonntlyOi, stuff itTwo grown men. We are two grown men fighting over a juicy of Go Fish. Fighting. Over Go Fish. A childs game. What has this cosmos come to?Well, what are you waiting for? Pick a card from the soddin galvanic pile already...You didnt say go fish, you egg.I am this close to tossing him right out of this ingest car.Go fish, I deadpanned.He grins happily, as though hes won any(prenominal) kind of battle, and draws another card from the pile between us as I roll my eyes. Hes such a child. A twenty cardinal year old child. How did I get stuck with him again?I watched the spell in front of me with mild amusement and slight disdain. Granted, he were ten or so feet away from me, so I couldnt exactly pack out much about him h imself. His clothing, on the other hand, was another study and boy did it tell one. His burn, long coat was tattered, if a bit dirty. He had on a cap and a scarf the cap the corresponding tan as his coat and the scarf, a gray. His slacks were also tan and obviously well-worn. From where I stood, he looked to be wearing pair of brownness Oxfords. Spiffy. He also had on an, apparently, charming smile - if the woman at the apple stand who gave him two apples free of charge was anything to go by. Okay, that ripe wasnt fair. Two apples? I rolled my eyes and scuffed the tip of my own round offhearted Oxfords into the pavement, then quickly regretted it. I shoved my hands into my slacks pockets sighed as I looked down and kicked around a stone. I was down to my hold water dollar and genuinely did not... ...?Its your turn. Isaac glanced up at me half concerned, half annoyed.Oh, right then. I bribe a look at my cards two, four, seven, six heh, two oh. I guess I didnt catch that pair before. I clothe the pair down beside me, pick up two more cards, and ruminate if I should tell Isaac about the six I actually have.Nah.Got any sevens? I eventually ask. I can tell by the way he sighs and rolls his eyes that he does, in fact, have a seven and he just gave my my fourth pair so far I have twos, nines, sevens, and eights.You know, youre kind of shabby at this game. I say after a moment.Stuff it, you twitTruly and utterly horrible..This is the last time I try to bring some enjoyment into our lives.Aw, Isaac, are you telling me you dont enjoy my company anymore?Thats exactly what Im telling you.Im wounded.Good.