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I burn beautifully in the fires of vanity. Got lost in my own reflection on the frozen food doors— there I was, lined up with the rest of the products on ice: three fifty-nine for four egg rolls, six twenty-nine for frozen bread dough, six ninety-nine for wild blueberries. Superimposed, my long mug trying its best to blend in. My forehead says I’m three ninety-nine, but my solar plexus clearly marks me at five fifty-nine. However, my **** is, apparently, on clearance, reduced by thirty percent, and going for a buck nineteen. At the end of the aisle, an old lady eyes my biscuits, rattling her coin purse like she’s about to roll a Yahtzee. I flick my gaze back to the glass and my own ghostly image. What did I come here for again?
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May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
Narcissus on ice
Rolling the dice, Flipping the cup. Always desiring all sixes, or the best possible full house. We get disappointed when things don't go our way, With Yatzee it's all luck, there is no strategy with rolling the dice. What you get, is what your score will be. How things turn out, Luck decides for you. What will be your fate?
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
Yahtzee