1 Chance thought it was a Sunday. Swirled a nightful. Erased telephone calls.
2 Will knew because she took a late taxi. Hours after, moon met unsure rainwind.
3 Will wanted to read. Starstorms of Chance's reluctant, moody fiction.
4 Chance went home. Left time hanging on curtains.
5 Bent forests in Will's noodle bowl. But Chance wanted pizza.
6 Sleepless city lay on Anonymity sea. Chance got two film tickets and popcorn. Bleary Will woke from a bad dream that second. Phone screen lit. A text from Chance:
'Want to bet?'
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