dear graf

MAY EVERY FUTURE GAME MOCK YOUR NAME, MAY EVERY LOW OFFER FEEL EXACTLY THE SAME. MAY YOU ALWAYS ASK “SHOULD I HAVE DEALT?” AND KNOW, DEEP INSIDE, YES, YES YOU FELT. MAY YOUR ALLIANCES SIDE-EYE YOUR CHOICES, MAY YOUR TEAMMATES SCREAM IN SILENT VOICES. FOR LEGENDS ARE MADE BY RISKS THAT PAY— AND YOU SAVED FIVE HUNDRED AND SENT US AWAY. THIS CURSE IS TEMPORARY, PETTY, AND FAIR, LIFTED ONLY WITH APOLOGIES AND SNACKS TO SHARE. BUT LET IT BE KNOWN, WRITTEN BOLD AND TRUE: WE DIDN’T LOSE THE RACE, GRAF, DEAL OR NO DEAL DID. YOU.