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So we play. We engage in this fourplay of existence—grounded by gravity, rushed by time, haunted by echoes, and silenced by the void. Not because it makes sense, but because there is nothing else to do but make music before the lights go out.

“What would you change about tonight?” He looked at Lena. “I’d go back six hours and tell you I still love you before the wine made it cheap.” Lena’s jaw tightened. “Too late for that.” “Then why invite me?” She drew a card herself, breaking rules: “Because fourplay means everyone plays. Even the ones who hurt you.” ll_fourplay