I knew they’d come at me with the ego stuff, as if I had one to exploit. It’s a funny game when you don’t even bother to roll the dice, you know all sixes and a couple of threes but that’s your favorite number anyway. But don’t tell them that. I just like how young with little bounces she was when she brought me a Dr. Pepper and how her Mayan or Native American skin and eyes bled sun white and orange and clouds in through the window of the vise grip I had from my temple to jaw and my sweet half melon eyes.

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