"Probably on my fifth lose."
"Just your fifth?"
"It kept repeating, over and over and over again. Seriously, I hate it."
"So you're quitting?"
"I wish. But I'm still hopeful. Yet on scale of the two, the balance is shifting towarss me quitting. I seriously hate it. I keep getting betrayed. It hurts. It seriously hurts."
"Why are you still cling though?"
"At this point, I cherish every moment where I triumph. They can be counted no fewer than the fingers of a hand, but each time, I feel elated."
"So it's the feeling of winning that gets you going."
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"I guess, but that's not the end if why I keep going back."
"What is it, then?"
"I want to my find my self a place I truly belong."
"With that attitude of yours, I doubt you'd reach it."
"You know. It's during this moments that I certainly find joy in what I'm doing."
"You're not triumphant now, are you?"
"Not yet."
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