Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946
Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)
Can a Game Be Literature?

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February 17, 2004:

"I didn't like it much. I bled like anything."

Then, responding to the look of horror on my evidently girlish face, she laughed, adding to comfort me, with a squeeze of my knee, "I lied when I said that."

"You've talked about it before."

"Have I?", she said, laughing. "I lied then, too."