Scrabble This!

The Imaginary story of Lisgar O’Connor
…L-O-V-E.
–"Another four-letter word! Bill, isn’t there anything but filth on your mind?" said Sly, looking at the Scrabble board.
–"But I swear, that’s the only word I could find!" said Bill.
–"Scrabble requires strategy, intelligence, knowledge, vocabulary; it’s an allegory of life," said Sylvain, placing the word S-M-E-G-M-A on the board.
–"Oh, come on Sly! Everything has to have a philosophical meaning for you! Relax! See, I now have a seven-letter word: C-H-A-R-I-T-Y. That’s a 50-point bonus!"
–"I can do that too: H-A-R-L-O-T-S," said Sly proudly putting his tiles down.
–"You sure have a one-track mind," said Bill, spelling the word H-O-N-O-U-R.
–"It’s 240 to 228 for you," said Sly writing P-R-U-R-I-E-N-T with the ‘T’ from Bill’s C-H-A-R-I-T-Y.
–"I’m on a roll! How about this: F-A-I-T-H-F-U-L. And I’m taking the last three letters."
Sly needed to come up with something real good. With beads of sweat on his forehead and veins bulging in his neck, he found the purest word he knew: M-O-T-H-E-R.
–"You lost," said Bill, spelling J-I-S-M with his last tiles.
Purity and filth: the eternal conflict. Won’t you come and see us play at O’Connell’s and the Dépanneur Sylvestre?
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