[ Grantaire is losing. Losing losing losing. He's on his eigth piece and, if he's counting right, that's Gabe's tenth or eleventh. And if he eats any more frosting he might actually puke on the roof.
Throwing the second half of his piece down, he groans and shakes his head. ]
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Throwing the second half of his piece down, he groans and shakes his head. ]
Merde. Christ, no more; I give up.