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The cards
in
Jennifer P«ter
my hand
shuffle,
the sound fluttering the silence of the room.
Life
one
is
a game, a challenge,
that
Gain the
I
must master
to win.
points, find the ace,
beat the opponent.
And
never, never lose your
poker
face.
The Game
gets easier as
I
play,
and my hands fly over the smooth surfaces. Every move is planned, every tactic thought out.
have become a master— game is me, I am the Game. But as I look at my silent opponents, I realize, I have become Solitaire.
I
the
-Aly» Shepherd