Dangerous combination, chess and cons.
Those two knew everything about me. All my dirty little secrets, how much money I had, where I kept it. Hustling bastards cleaned me out. My neighbors used to write down chess moves and concepts of the con in the back pages of books based on subjects like The Mathematics Of Quantum Mechanics. Wake up, Mr. Green. We were all going to go together, they swore to me. "You're coming with us, Jake." We were always going to take you with us, Jake. You just weren't ready to hear how hard that was going to be. We didn't do this because we like you. We did this because...we are you.
— This has become a large problem, Avi.
— There's no such thing as problems, Mr. Green, only situations.
The greatest con that he ever pulled...was making you believe... that he is you.
Fuck him. Fuck the consequences. Fuck them all.
I don't like to feel trapped. Never did, never will. Why should a man do what he doesn't like to do?
It's a lovely color, purple, discretely sandwiched within the color spectrum between blue and white. Always a royal winner.
There were six of us, plus Slim Biggins, who counts as another six. How many were there of him?
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