A Friendly Game of Hangman
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She asked for all the vowels. People always do. But hymn is the hardest hangman word. It was lovely though, she drew the last leg of her stick figure with a smile on her face. She squeezed my hand like she always does and said, “You’re so good at games. I can never get yours right! Guess mine now!”
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I tried R first–no luck. S–she drew an oblong head on a stick body. T–the first arm comes out. I go for the vowel–O
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“I love you?”
“I love you too!” She laughed. “I’m making tea, do you want some? You’re so good at games.”
As she walks her lithe, barefoot steps to the kettle I rethink my strategy.
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If she keeps guessing vowels, there’s no way she can’t guess Audio.
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