What are words, but an outward expression of inner musings? What are musings, but a peek into one's own twisted soul?
Saturday, November 11, 2006
The game
I hold the dice in my hands, close my eyes and wish. I roll them. After what seems like an eternity, they land on the mat near your feet. Two fives. A ten. I smile. Your turn.
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