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Dec 2021
Your King is backed in the far corner sensing his death is near, as my pawn makes it to the final black square and says "give me my castle back"
As soon as its returned you take a hesitant step back, my Queen moves abruptly in confidence and looks you in the eyes saying "Checkmate" dear
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RobbieG  31/M/U.S
(31/M/U.S)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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