RCMP-OUT

Some fiction, as a holdover.

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He spilled the wooden tiles onto the table.

"We'll play double solitaire," he said.

She looked up from the grid. "How do you play that?"

"You work with you got, and I work with what I got. We don't score off each other, but if you need a letter--say a 'y', like in 'sympathy'--then all you need to do is ask."

She pulled some tiles over to her side and sighed. "And what if I spell 'love'?"

"Then you win the game."

She filed the little wooden blocks onto the tray in front of her and stared at them for a moment.

"H-A-R-K-N-E-R," she said aloud. "Guess I keep looking."