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Chapter 18
Oh, s**t. What does he mean, "enjoyable?" I can't do enjoyable with Dirk Adams. It would probably kill me. Although, I would die smiling, right? I turn around, slowly. "Enjoyable?" I ask. "I think so. Don't make fun of me. I'm kind of a dork." He holds up a Scrabble box. "Are you kidding? Is that what you mean by enjoyable?" "I know, but I'm an addict." His face drops, and he lowers the box. Embarrassed. "No," I say, touching his arm. "I'm the western Sierra Nevada champion. I can triple score your ass into next week." "You're on." * "Autochthonous is too a word," I insist. We've been playing for two hours. Dirk is a fearsome competitor. I thought he had me with a triple word score, but I've got him, now. I lean back against the couch and stretch. "Prove it." "It was the 2004 win
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