We sat around the dining room table. Papers folded and marked were strewn about. Everyone's eyes were red and wet with laughter. I knew only a few of them, but we were bound together in that moment sharing a love of the absurd, reveling in our inadequacies.
After our game, two friends (one old, one new) chatted about plans and opportunities. Directions and dreams. I sat with rapt attention to my friend's drunk words spilling on the table with our papers. She has such a vision of where she is and where she wants to be. I left envious with a drawing stashed in my pocket,
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beautifully narrated, and i love the ending:
I left envious with a drawing stashed in my pocket,
to me, it's a little melancholy while at the same time, he has taken a small token of the lesson or vision with him.
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