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I show, you tell. You observe, you interpret, you misinterpret (sometimes deliciously).

It’s true that odds aren’t how you win most games. It’s how you play. 

And you just don’t play fair.

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I noticed them right away.

We had just gotten a damn good spot by the stage and my friends and I were keeping to ourselves for the time being. We had met up here, some going to school in the area and some, such as I, a short train ride away. But, even in our insularity, I saw them. And I knew for a fact that they saw me. 

She winked and nudged him. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled before leaning down to kiss her. They just looked amazing together. They were one of those couples that made sense. They weren’t blindingly attractive, but they both were blessed with some wonderful attributes and they just seemed to compliment each other so well. It was like this weird kind of symbiosis where they both got a little more attractive out of it on virtue of fitting together (and, okay, being able to just flirt with me in such perfect harmony).

The opener came on. One of my friends followed my gaze before leaning over and whispering, “you into one of them or something?” I just smiled and shrugged. I wasn’t going to leave my friends to go after these people. And, yet…