Greg Junior, or Junior as he was usually called got up from bed and started to get ready for his chess club. He dressed in his usual attire, tan slacks, button down shirt, tie, vest and of course a navy blue pocket protector that his Grand father gave to him when he won his first tournament.
Everything felt a tad tight but today was a tournament and he couldn’t let anything get in his way today. He went downstairs, bid his family good bye and walked to the Chess Tournament which was only 3 blocks away.
When he arrived at the tournament a wave of sweat was pouring down his face. Junior in the past couple of weeks had become quite over-weight. His muscle-less legs tried to feebly hold his body up. He rushed to a nearby seat in the plaza, but he first instinctively grabbed a slice of pizza first.
“Chess Tournaments always have the best food!” Junior thought as he let the extra-cheesy pizza wither away in his greedy lips. He licked the grease off of his fingers and he let the taste dwell in his mouth until…
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