Spades - Travis. Hearts - Ash. Clubs - Justin. Diamonds - Johnny. I've lost my four aces . The four keys to winning solitaire, my game of life. Four people who meant more than pennies to me. Their places are, and will be symbolic in my deck of cards. Spades I always like best, but a spade does what a spade does. It digs. Getting rid of the spade gave me time to fill that hole, and I filled that hole with a heart. I filled a lot of holes with a heart, but even hearts break. Clubs, he certainly knew how to club my head. Club me to death with criticism until I clubbed back with his own club. And diamonds, I certainly liked Johnny more than diamonds. What diamonds are to a woman, Johnny was to me. A woman admired diamonds, kept them close, but diamonds are only shiny rocks. Diamonds are made to show off. Diamonds are made to be loved as an accessory.
All aces that I've sacrificed and will continue to. After all, their only cards. I can just buy a new deck.
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