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“One opponent’s ostensible generosity might a few moves later guarantee the other’s downfall. Thus, collaboration tended to come at a price. The analogy to real life was impossible to miss. But Granny was not given to moralizing. Ostensibly, we played only for amusement. We never mentioned parallels with the ins and outs of family affairs”

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Book:Providence Point
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