Many of my closest friends Lina are calling for her to play chess. I couldn't play chess very well, but it would have been nice to sit with her. So I got out of bed and sat in the backyard playing chess in the air with her. Suddenly I woke up! I found myself in front of a chess board in the backyard in the middle of the night. I was surprised to see that I was playing chess with someone but no one in front of me because Lina had committed suicide a few days ago. #FictionStories
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Wow, I love the literate work. Wonderful metaphor