She plays the game of happiness. Was she really happy? Were all of the times they were laughing together a mirage? He holds his cards close to his chest. She never knows whether he’s cheating or whether his hand is just that good. Her hands are never good. She always folds and he always wins.
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So well written!! 🙂
Thank you so much! 🙂
If she thinks he might be cheating, he probably is. She needs to take the advice of Kenny Rogers. (You’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to RUN…)
Love that. Thanks, Maggie!