Saving the Wilsons
Curt says, and I fake shudder.
"Running? Eww," I say, and Curt laughs.
"Paper, rock, scissors best two out of three... The winner chooses how we exercise today," Curt bargains, and I smirk.
"Are you sure? I am the reigning champion," I say, pocketing my keys and positioning my hands.
"Haha, I am the master. I have been beating three brothers in paper, rock, scissors for years, little missy," Curt declares with a macho grin.
He positions his hands, and we begin. Round one- Curt wins with paper. Round two- I win with rock
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