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**The scale tipped in my favor. **

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**My opponent picked rock twice, and that leaves it likely for them to pick scissors. That leaves me with rock. Yes! Rock! But, can they read my mind like I am now? Had they gone paper?**

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**Do they know I’d be jumping rock? Had my life come to an end because I picked rock!? I panted staring the man dead in the eyes, praying.**

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**Maybe I’ll play paper to be safe? Why would he play scissors? We just had a rock**

**stalemate a round ago. Perfect. Then paper, or maybe scissors to end this thing for good. If he picks rock? No paper. Paper is the best option.**

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**I'm going paper.**

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**The stage was set.**

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**I trapped my breath until my cheeks turned blue, my heart enduring quicker and quicker speeds. A constant drum. I will pick paper. No doubt.**

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**_“Rock, Paper, Scissors.”

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**_“Scissors!”

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**I yelled, sure I’d be dead. The crowd went silent and I figured that I’d be six foot under some random graveyard—God—why’d had I changed last minute? **

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**My eyelid peered wide and I saw his hand signal: Paper.**

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**“Yes…” I mutter, my heart too banged to speak. I had won, though, I lost my faith in myself. I guess after the stalemate he thought the same thing thing as me.**

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**The thing was, he wasn't indecisive. I guess that really paid off. For now.**

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**“Yes!” I screamed.**

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