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The Game of Inches

Author: Larry Moose
last update Last Updated: 2024-05-24 08:18:22

The Las Vegas sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden glow over the tarmac as Alexandra boarded her flight back to Denver. Her teammates were still basking in the afterglow of their championship victory, their celebration extending through the vibrant nightlife of Vegas. But Alexandra had always been different. She savored the moment but understood the importance of humility and focus. The championship was the pinnacle of her career, yet she knew that resting on her laurels could lead to complacency.

As the plane lifted off, Alexandra gazed out the window, the sprawling city of lights shrinking below her. She felt a strange mix of exhilaration and calm. Winning had been a dream come true, but she couldn't shake the feeling that bigger challenges lay ahead. By the time the plane touched down in Denver, it was already 7 PM. She collected her bags and headed home, eager to unwind.

The streets of Denver were quieter compared to the buzz of Vegas. As she entered her apartment, she
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