Idle hands...

You know what?
The fight is lost. I have lost.
Who the hell wins?
Doesn't matter.
But I've lost.
I've been gambling all my way around.
The dice betrayed me, the cards mocked me.
I had hope. Bold, blind hope.
Hope for nothing.
Hope for the gambler's dream.
The hand that changes your whole life.
But it never comes.
And you bet your house, your life, your soul.
And you lose.
Who wins?
Whoever.
I'm done.

"Lucy!" shouted Rupert "Where are you?"
"In the kitchen, my love, writing my goodbye note."
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