“One, two, three, four – I declare a thumb war!,” giggled Diderot. “Best out of five?” Lucretius replied, shrugging.

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When Lucretius was young and Diderot even younger it was true that their play was much more competitive than that of other children. Diderot was to blame as he was the one child who could bring such fire out of Lucretius. There was something shimmeringly brilliant about this child, Denis, that was as evident then as it is now. In some ways, Diderot was not only responsible for the advancement and success that Lucretius would ultimately enjoy, but also the utter collapse that he would experience some years later.

Diderot smiled wide, showing the world the gaps in his mouth where baby teeth had once been as Lucretius slammed his fist on the table. “Best out of seven?” Lucretius asked to nobody in particular as Denis ran joyfully away.

6:02 pm CST Fargo, North Dakota USA

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