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The board thinned. Fifty tiles. Thirty. Twelve.

“Your move,” she said to the empty computer. “Tomorrow.” pch games mahjongg

“Alright, you little tiles,” Eleanor muttered, settling into her worn armchair. “Let’s have at it.” The board thinned

Eleanor finally glanced at him, her eyes sharp and blue. “Multiplayer? Leo, I don’t want to play Mahjongg with a retired dermatologist in Omaha who takes forty seconds per turn. I want to play with myself. Against the tiles. Against the clock. Against my own stupid habit of clicking the wrong pair.” Twelve

She smiled—a real, crinkly-eyed smile—and clicked the shuffle button just as the clock hit zero.

Leo laughed and sat beside her. He was twenty-two, a computer science major who built his own keyboards for fun. He watched as she carefully untangled a bottleneck: three green dragons blocking a crucial pair of eight-bamboo.