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June 17, 2005

Tanya: Thirty-Six

She doesn't know exactly how it works, only that it's her job, for now. Punishment for allegedly flirting with some swan down by the river. A swan, I ask you.

Is it cause-and-effect or does the ending simply justify the roll? Snake eyes, the driver dies, but the passenger, currently laying halfway thru the windshield, survives. Double fours, and a politician lives, but his assailant is killed by bodyguards. Scenes flash past as she rolls faster and faster. Finally, a train wreck.

"You'd better refill my cup, Hecatus. This one's going to take a while." And she throws the dice.

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