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The Game I will always remember that day. The last time I felt complete. The silence broken by the tapping of typewriter keys... it's own music, line after line, letter by letter. Like the notes of a fine musical piece you played. Then, Bang!, a door slammed, a chair squeeked, a piece of paper crumpled. Then all is quiet... Eyes closed, I waited... as my intense hunger circled the room and curled up beside me on the couch. An invitation to play the game once again... |
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