197. Compensation ✔

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"Checkmate!" I said as my brother grew furious. He immediately snatched my piece and broke it down. "What the hell, Jack?" I whined. "Let's start a new game!" He said plainly, rearranging his pieces. I glanced at the bleeding woman, gagged and sprawled over the floor beside us. She doesn't have any more fingers left. I groaned, picking the middle finger for my horse and breaking it into half for compensation.

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