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PERFIDIOUS? How do you even think of these words?” BG frowned as he studied the Scrabble board between us. “Oh, they just come to me,” I said, sticking my hand back into the red bag of letters to draw more tiles. I’d meant it as a joke and yet, in this instance, it was true—the word had just floated into my head, as if like me my subconscious was also trying to warn BG of the danger he was in. From my spot across the table, I considered his shrivelled legs and downturned mouth and reminded myself that holding back