This week, chess camp invaded Emory. Dozens of adolescent boys tromp around campus in pairs, staring at the ground in silence and carrying green vinyl bags stuffed with chess pieces and rolled up plastic chess mats. This morning I walked through the student center, past rows of empty tables with cheap chess sets covering their tops. A blond kid and a gangly boy with moppish brown hair sat in a corner staring at a board, engrossed in a match and oblivious of the other's company. I watched a man standing next to a game stare at me as I walked past the rows of pawns and I saw a boy with big brown eyes and thick glasses point to his throat and grimace as he looked to the camp nurse.
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