How I Learned to Enjoy Playing Again
It was a Tuesday night in February, and I was sitting at a table in my kitchen with a bad hand, a cold coffee, and zero desire to keep going. My friend Jake was across from me. He'd driven forty minutes to play cards. I lasted another three rounds, then said I had a headache and went to bed at 9 PM. I didn't have a headache. That moment stuck with me longer than it should have. Not because I...
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