“Fuck 4s. This is how I thought my quote would end. With a simple 2 word quote. Fuck 4s. This would be a grievous injustice to the time honoured tradition of quotations. I was allowed as the only woman at the table to join the game of Dungeons and Dragons. Being that it is my beloveds birthday party. Wow. That is really what my quote should be. Just a simple wow. Not at all what I expected. I thought magic dragons costumes. This is going to be lame. But boy was I wrong. Armies cannons horses siege battles. The excitement was palpable. I could taste it like the peat in Scotch. The smoky fire burning in my soul as I survived attack after attack. I did not want it to end. If this game could go on forever it would be too soon. I was not prepared for the emotions a six could arouse Six. Oh six if only you were the only number I knew. The way my heart swells at your surprising arrival. Butterflies in my stomach. Knots in my heart. I did not know this number could be so exciting. Which brings me to four. FUCK 4. Fuck you 4. I fucking hate you. I used to love you. You used to be my number. Then a friendnay foeevery timeevery timeevery fucking time I get to see you. E.V.E.R.Y. FUCKING TIME. No not for I can never say it again. Nice roll. Nice number. Good roll. Good so many times. So many times. toomany times. You are dead to me now.”