Oh Nina darling, you have it all wrong. We don't play. We sit up in our plush boxes and watch while the scantily clad Latino boys fan us and feed us grapes. (Peeled, of course)
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."