10/3 You play us like cards. He’s a King of Spades; I’m a Queen of Hearts. You draw a heart on my blue back in red permanent marker and slip me in your pocket. Pinching the King between your pointer and thumb, you bend the card along his neck – back and forth – until it tears. You like me in your pocket, don’t you? I’m so close in reach. Whether he’s...
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