Walking down the hill to the subway I picked up the hand I was dealt, or would have been dealt to anyone with the curiosity to pick up these cards dropped at various points on the long block between Vanderbilt and the subway station. I can tell you without a doubt someone in this neighborhood is not playing with a full deck, and I have the discards to prove it. The first I picked up was the 7 of Spades, which I found under the scaffolding for the condos they're building where the Elk's Club used to stand. The panels there are so tight you can't even peak through to see if they found dead bodies. Next came the 7 of Hearts, that's a little sweeter, and then I bowed down to pick up the Queen of Hearts. There was a run of 5 more, and as an exercise in lucidity I tried to remember the order in which I picked them up, but all I remember now is that the run ended with the Ace of Diamonds. I wonder, did it hurt when the stone was ground to its iconic geometry?
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