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Milt:
Sometimes when the game was going good, when I was really in the zone, it was like I could read his mind. Like I knew what he was going to do before he even did it. Times like those I would begin think, instead of the other way around. Times like those it got pretty hard to tell. It got hard to know, which of us was real, and which one of us was a reflection.
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