Black .

  Always this black.

  I've lost track of how many rounds we've been playing.

  My breathing is too rapid.

  I force her to slow down.

  There are five players left at my table.

  So everything is still possible

  Ray Lee.

  The guy to my right.

  And the other one. The one who panics.

  Me: 8 fingers.

  Ray: 9 fingers.

  Just to my right: 8 fingers.

  Directly to my left: 9 fingers

  And in front of me: 10 fingers.

  Total: 44 fingers.

  Death retains the same meaning.

  Always.

  Circular.

  She's just to my right

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  Silence.

  I'm calculating.

  He is trembling.

  – 30 .

  And…

  Two…

  Three…

  Four…

  Five…

  Six…

  Sept…

  Eight…

  Nine…

  Ten…

  Our…

  Twelve…

  Thirteen…

  Fourteen…

  Fifteen…

  Seize…

  Seventeen…

  Eighteen…

  Thirty….

  She stops at… …

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  My left

  – fold.

  A finger falls.

  Now he has 7 fingers.

  She starts again, but beginning with me.

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  It stops on the ring finger of my second hand, my last finger.

  – ( 9, 9, 10, 7)

  – 37

  A Perfect One.

  And…

  Two…

  Three…

  …

  Thirty-two…

  Thirty-three

  Trent-sept

  She's coming back to me.

  – fold.

  He bends a finger.

  I am now at 7.

  I won a lap.

  I grit my teeth.

  She resumes

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  I blow myself up and the "you" falls to my right.

  – 25.

  I already know it won't work.

  Asshole.

  They have far too many variables

  If I calculate correctly, with these 25, it will stop on the index finger of the second hand of the person facing me.

  He still has all 10 fingers

  That comes to 9, 9, 9, 7, 7

  And…

  Two…

  …

  Thirteen…

  Fourteen…

  Twenty….

  Twenty-five

  – fold.

  He laughs with joy.

  It's at 9.

  Do they help each other?

  She takes it up with him

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  But it falls to my left, the last finger of his first hand

  – 40

  And…

  Two…

  …

  Nine….

  Twenty…..

  Trent….

  Forty.

  She comes back to him.

  – fold.

  Again.

  It is at 6.

  He just lost two fingers in quick succession.

  I smile in the dark.

  – (He wants to play this game, let's play this game)

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  It stops on the thumb of my first hand

  Silence.

  9,9,9,6,7

  40 fingers.

  – 40 …

  She will inevitably return to the starting point.

  Me

  – fold.

  6

  It's a tie now.

  She resumes.

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  Stopping to my left on the thumb of the second hand

  – 25.

  Again

  It matters.

  And

  Two

  Five

  Ten

  Twenty

  Twenty-five

  – fold.

  My left hand still bends a finger

  Now at 5

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  It falls again on the thumb of my other hand

  – 35.

  9,9,9,5,

  Simple

  She stops on me

  So that it starts at the end.

  – fold.

  But still

  I clench my fists

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  The “you” no longer remains and falls again on the right.

  – 26.

  I'm counting.

  They're really annoying

  It falls on my left, the little finger of my first hand.

  – fold.

  It drops to 4.

  Damn.

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  Back on me

  9,9,9,4

  I want to kill this sick man.

  – 12.

  So

  The cycle is broken

  – fold.

  Ray Lee moves to 8 feet

  He groaned.

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  Around the one in front of me

  Silence

  She waits patiently.

  Then count.

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  Silence again

  She falls again…

  on me

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  I hear Ray laughing nervously.

  – 33.

  9, 8,9,4

  She came back to me.

  She stops

  – fold.

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  And the cycle begins again, the “you” stops once more on the thumb of the first hand on the right

  Right whispers:

  – 25.

  Again

  She comes back to him.

  – fold.

  It drops to 3.

  Even with that, he always comes back and creates the loop.

  She resumes.

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  It doesn't land on me and stops on the middle finger of the first hand on the right

  – 26.

  It's a joke

  She runs into him.

  – fold.

  It drops to 4.

  I'm still at 4

  9,8,9,2

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  On the major on the right, again

  Ray breathes

  He repeats

  – 26 .

  It falls to 1.

  I'm losing.

  He only has one finger left to get out

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  9,8,9,1

  The index finger has the right

  Is….

  – 25 .

  Hein!

  She falls on me

  About me.

  Shit.

  – fold.

  I'm down to 3.

  He used the wrong finger.

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  She comes back to him.

  The thumb of his second hand

  – 24

  Hahahaha

  Again

  I'm down to 2.

  He only knows 24 and 25.

  Bad plan

  – How many loaves of bread do you want?

  Even if she runs into him again

  He whispers:

  – 22.

  Silence

  I see the end.

  And

  Two

  Three

  Four,

  sept

  Nine

  Ten

  Twelve

  Fifteen

  Twenty

  Time seems to slow down

  Twenty-one….

  Twenty-two.

  – folded