SOLD TO THE ARROGANT BILLIONAIRE
Her clever distraction gave her a head start, and while I struggled to focus, she effortlessly whacked away.
Like the proud hare, I lost to the crazy turtle faster than you can say 'Holy Canary'.
"Winner, you have 1000 tickets. Loser, you have 50 tickets," the machine announced.
Willow grinned in victory, starting her lame victory dance. "I beat you, I beat you, I beat you! You lost," she chanted, simultaneously attempting a side split while lifting herself up with her hands, dancing and chanting her victory rhyme. She took off my cap and placed it back on my head.
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