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Life is like playing a game of bridge. You never know what kind of hand you're going to get. Should you bid higher? Go for it? Call the right partner and you're set to win. But what if you call the wrong partner, throw the wrong cards and screw up? The only difference between a game of bridge and life is that there's no washing in life. Just because things don't go the way they should means you can just throw in the deck of cards and demand for a reshuffle. Life doesn't work that way.

Received a huge brown paper package in the mail today. I like tearing open my letters, undressing the envelope of its contents by tearing it to shreds but this time it was different. I knew it was. There was a sense of trepidation yet this uneasy calmness that came along with it and when I read its contents no matter how hard I blinked, how hard I read and reread its contents, the L didn't change to an O. So along with this letter I've been dealt a new hand altogether, and I'm going to play it right.