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“I believe that virtual worlds can help people solve problems in the real one.”

Sadie was not a natural mother, though this was not a confession one was allowed to make.

On the verge of disappearing, she turned, and she ran back to him. “Sam!” she said. “Do you still game?”

To allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt. It is the human equivalent of the dog rolling on its back—I know you won’t hurt me, even though you can. It is the dog putting its mouth around your hand and never biting down. To play requires trust and love.

Marx’s favorite adjective was “interesting.” The world seemed filled with interesting books to read, interesting plays and movies to see, interesting games to play, interesting food to taste, and interesting people to have sex with and sometimes even to fall in love with. To Marx, it seemed foolish not to love as many things as you could. In the fi

averred.

The key to being a good thief, Sam always felt, was utter brazenness.

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minutes. But to find someone who you wanted to talk to for 609 hours—that was rare.

Had he shown her the game because he’d wanted Sadie to go to Dov, because he knew she would go to Dov? And didn’t it follow that he would have guessed that the bad breakup she had had was with Dov, and that Sam hadn’t paused, even for one moment, to consider what going back to him would mean for her?