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“If I could just go back.” My favorite words repeated in my head over and over again. So much useless mind chatter because nobody goes back. You play your hand and if you’re not focused on the game, you throw it all away. Which is what I did, not in poker but in life where it hurts the most. You lose more than the ante; you lose everything that defines what living should be.

I met Peg in a bus station. I was heading out of West Virginia to meet…

Added by Salvatore Buttaci on April 19, 2010 at 12:34am — 1 Comment


“I won’t try to kid you,” Davison said. “I killed her.”

The two detectives nodded. No surprise. The bloody corpse of Davison’s wife sprawled on the rug attested to that. And, of course, the blood splattered on the husband’s gray sweatshirt, his trembling red hands. The three of them sat now at the dining room table. The one named Thompson jotted Davison’s words into his pad. The other, Morgan, finally said, “When?”

“When did I…? Two days ago. I waited for the day to end.… Continue

Added by Salvatore Buttaci on January 31, 2010 at 1:00pm — 1 Comment

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