![]() ![]() I thought that maybe as time passed her beautiful face would start to grow blurry and it would be harder for me to picture her. The things that might drive a man crazy when he couldn’t be with the one he wants most. Not about her, just about the little details. I thought time away from Ti would make me forget. And when I did, I didn’t expect her to leap into my cuffed arms and press those perfect pouty pink lips against mine. One last time for only who knows how long. ![]() When she called out for me I almost didn’t look back, thinking that she might never forgive me for what I’d done. ![]() Her face scrunching up in confusion, followed by her eyes widening in surprise. It pained me to remember the look on her face when they slapped the cuffs on me she thought were meant for her. In my game I was both player and dealer, and I knew what cards I held before anyone else did. It seemed that lights-out was the only time acceptable to wallow in the shitty hand you’ve been dealt. Most of these guys were hard gangsters by day and puddles of useless misery at night. E choes of inmates cries floated through the cell block at night. ![]()
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