The Rue-filled Gamble. An Interlude.

I am not a gambler. For good reason. I always take the long shot. I like to aim for the stars. This is why I live in New Orleans.

I lost a bet. It seemed like a harmless enough wager at the time. The Masseuse and I were killing time. We were playing pick-up sticks last Wednesday. It is a children’s game, like tiddlywinks or jacks, mumbletypeg.

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