Wren, Becky, and May lounged on the couch in Becky’s apartment, sifting through a stack of board games. Wren’s eyes landed on a dusty, old-looking game with a curious expression. “Hey, check this out,” he said, pulling it out from the pile.
Becky glanced at the game and wrinkled her nose. “That thing looks like it’s been sitting in someone’s attic for centuries.”
May leaned over to get a better look. “Might as well play it. Who knows, it could be fun.”
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