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November 7, 2011
The TV watches me, and in the corner of the darkened screen, I think I see her milk-white mask and shadow eyes. She is watching. Always. She of a Thousand Faces sees everything. It's a game to her.

I play the game too, though I haven't learned the rules. I play blind. I am not a skilled player, but a gambler thrown into some bizarre version of roulette.

Is this a good move? Should I do this?

I close my eyes and throw down my chips and hope to god I don't hear her laughing at my choice.