Then life happened. The way it always does. High school. College. A job in a city far from that basement. The crossover cable was lost to a move. The desktops were recycled. His father's hands, once so deft on the keyboard, grew stiff with arthritis. They stopped talking about strategy and started talking about blood pressure and mortgage rates.
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The rain had stopped. The city lights reflected off wet asphalt like scattered runes. Leo picked up his phone. He didn't search for anything. He just opened his contacts and pressed "Dad." Then life happened
"Cool," Leo had said.
He clicked "Custom Game." And waited for someone to join. College
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