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You make it a game where you are the tyrant. You rewrite the rules and you dictate the outcome. And I played along; I was the scoundrel. But I had a friend, an accomplice, a partner. There are chat shows full of people who would have your head. There's a man at a hotel desk who knows your name, knows your face. Unrelatable, but irreplaceable, neighbor's couches, hemmed-in house. We watched as the skyline grew lighter and wider, my own executioner, my love. From Letras Mania