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he explains, checking his wristwatch while arranging pieces on a cardboard board.
Sam lowers his gaze, knowing deep down that Mark is right.
“Alright, alright, what do you have there?” he murmurs, sitting beside him, voice softening.
“It’s the ‘Eskimo’,” Mark says, finishing the setup.
“Eskimo?” I ask, stepping between the two, taking a piece in my hand, tracing the drawings with my fingers.
“We used to play this when we were kids. It’s like Parcheesi, but with three players and snow challenge cards,” he explains.