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ChessChapter 8
Mandy was dressed in tight stretch jeans, fashionable trainers and a teeshirt that said ‘No’ on the front; she knocked on the door “Oh, Mr Woodruff? Is Woodrow in?” Woody’s father briefly stood transfixed, then invited her in and led her to the fashionable open plan kitchen where Woody and his mother were drinking coffee. Woody had just come down for a break; he had been up since 7am working on some massively complex quadratic equations for math. He looked bemused. “Hi” said Mandy, carefully...