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"So, tell me. Do you love the game?" he asked. "Yes. I do," I reply as I strain every muscle in my head, trying not to nod as if I was also convincing myself. He gives an almost imperceptible nod as if trying to convince himself too. I do nothing but watch him turn his back and leave. And every single moment spent staring at the mirror not recognizing the con artist I have become flashed in my mind. I have decided to play the game yet you have conceded the moment you sealed the wall as you turned away. We were the only ones playing the game yet we were both losing.
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
The Game
"So, tell me. Do you love the game?" he asked. "Yes. I do," I reply as I strain every muscle in my head, trying not to nod as if I was also convincing myself. He gives an almost imperceptible nod as if trying to convince himself too. I do nothing but watch him turn his back and leave. And every single moment spent staring at the mirror not recognizing the con artist I have become flashed in my mind. I have decided to play the game yet you have conceded the moment you sealed the wall as you turned away. We were the only ones playing the game yet we were both losing.
for Arin and Kestrel ―m
ameliorate
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
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