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That was a joke, fancy. Mostly.

Me:

We lost tonight. I played like shit, in case you're wondering.

Me:

Before you get any ideas, no, I'm not blaming you. I'm blaming the fact that I spent half the game thinking about you, which is a pretty stupid way to play hockey.

Me:

Anyway. It's late there. Get some sleep, Anna.

Me:

I meant what I said. I'll call you.

Me:

Goodnight, beautiful.

I throw my phone on the nightstand. “Fucking lame, Reznik, fucking lame.”

When I wake, my phone lights up.

Anna:

You won when I was there.

Anna:

Just saying.

Anna:

You have Vegas next. Win.

Anna:

And don’t call me until you do.

Anna:

Incentive?

Anna:

XXX

Me:

Fuck I miss you.

Anna:

Same.

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