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would’ve made it in with you.” I draw a card from the pile. I really do wish I had made it into the All-State Choir with her. Not only would camp have been a lot of fun, but it would have been an extra week straight to spend with Becca this summer.
    “Camp was alright. It probably would have been more fun if you had made it in too. It was kind of weird, not knowing anyone. But I loved getting to sing for seven or eight hours a day. And my roommate was really nice, and kind of shy too. So we mostly just hung out with each other in our dorm room when we weren’t in choir rehearsals.”
    I do a little mental one potato, two potato , and decide to trade my new card out with my top right card. “I’m glad you had someone else to do things with while you were at camp. It’s too bad we actually have to take our core subject classes. I’d be okay with a full day of band and choir.” After deciding which card to trade, I slowly flip it over before putting it in the discard pile— crap! —it’s a king! Well, there’s no way on earth Becca is going to miss that opportunity!
    I look up at Becca’s face, which has a happily surprised expression on it. “Wow! I can’t believe my luck so early in the game!” She grabs the king, and switches it with her bottom right card, which happens to be a queen.
    “Well it ain’t over yet.” I grab the next card from the draw pile. It’s a jack, and I decide to just dump it straight onto the discard pile. Becca draws one more card, and switches it with her top left. When she flips it over, it’s a 9. I’m about to reach for the draw pile when Becca knocks on the table. “Already? You can’t be serious, Becca.”
    “I am. Now, draw your last card.”
    Oh, this had better be a good one. I grab the card from the deck, and turn it over. A three! I quickly switch it out with my 7. “Alrighty. Shall you flip your cards first, or shall I, m’lady?”
    Without saying a word, Becca flips over all four of her cards, revealing a 2, a king, a 5, and a 3. Well, there’s no way I’m going to beat that hand! I carefully turn mine over: an ace, a 3, a 6 and a 10. Score: twenty to ten. Man, she just kicked my butt! It’s a good thing we’re playing nine hands, and not just one, because ten points can be a lot to come back from.
     
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    Becca
     
    Asher is shuffling the deck for our last “hole” of golf. I can’t believe it is all coming down to this last hand. Our third game, we went through all but the last six cards on the draw pile before Asher finally knocked signaling that he was ready to show his cards…which he was smart to do, since he won. I think we both tried out the “know what all four of your cards are, and make sure they’re all low” strategy that round. Then during round 6, Asher knocked before I even drew my first card…and he kicked my tush because he had TWO kings as his bottom two cards. And now, Asher is only beating me by ONE point. The score is 90 to 89.
    Just as Asher is dealing the first card to me, my mom hollers down the stairs, “Supper will be ready in five!”
    “We’ll be up shortly!” I call back.
    “I guess we’d better make this last hole a quick one.”
    “Oh, no. We will take as long as necessary to play this round out,” I say, raising my eyebrows at him.
    “Alright, alright. Don’t get your undies in a bunch.” Asher finishes dealing out our cards, flipping the first card to the discard pile, revealing a 5. After I carefully arrange mine, I look at my bottom two cards. A jack and a 2. Not too shabby. I’ll never trade my 2 away, and the jack will be the first thing to go. I look over to see if Asher is ready for me to draw, and he has this great big smile on his face, and I can’t tell if he’s trying to throw me, or if he really has something to be happy about. I pick that 5 right up off the discard pile, and trade my jack for it. Asher draws but immediately discards a 10. Well, I definitely don’t want that