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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.”

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

Two tiles left. Both were the same: the white dragon, a blank rectangle with a blue border. They should have been a match. But they were stacked vertically, the bottom one locked beneath an unplayable orphaned tile from a misclick twenty moves ago. Eleanor finally glanced at him, her eyes sharp and blue