The table erupted in the clatter of plastic dice. I picked up my d20. It was the one she gave me on our second anniversary—a heavy, metal die with flecks of blue lapis. I hated that I still used it. I hated that I couldn't bring myself to buy a cheap plastic replacement just to spite her.
"I roll Investigation," I said, keeping my voice even. "That’s a twenty-three." game gang run by former love interest
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"Then who?" Maya asked.
When it was just the two of us, amidst the scattered pencils and empty cans, I handed her the blue die. I hated that I still used it