Will I play?
Is she playing?
Do I want to play this game?
Is she actually playing or is she only herself?
Will I play?
… and if I play – what if she doesn’t play?
What if she plays – and I don’t?
Is it worth it?
Don’t know.
Perhaps.
Don’t know.
And know what?
Neither do you, my (imaginary) reader.
“The day we stop looking, is the day we die.”
Al Pacino as Frank Slade in “Scent of A Woman”
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