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“Lucky girl,” Tony says, giving ht smile

He wears dark wraparound sunglasses while he plays,myself for the next hand

The nagging sensation won’t go away, though I’ve learned to listen to ame as fast as I can

Since I started playing in private gao, my bank account has nearly doubled I’ the et there, I’ll wire each of e tuitions, and use the rest of s to reach Will Roan

It takes et to a man like hiht years of waiting, though, I’et restless

I look down at s It’s a solid hand I’d try to take all the way in any other gaaze relasses I can feel it

Maybe he’s trying to psychwoame for forty or fifty years

My next hand is shit I should fold Instead, I trust the voice in the back of

When I lose the hand, I feign disappointment as a third of my pot disappears Tony Russo folded early, but he still calls out across the table to me

“What’d you have, doll?” he asks

I deliberately leftthat Tony can see right throughmy pot to avoid his attention

“Not enough,” I say, sliding my cards face down to the dealer

It takes ive up so my stack to around 18,000 I started with 5,000 All I want is to get the hell out of here

I check my phone—1:16 a h my car is parked less than a block away

Me: Hey, do you think you can pick me up?

I copy and paste the address I’ my expression impassive

Maverick: Yep, on my way

Me: Can you park and come up and knock on the door?

Maverick: Yep You okay?

Me: Yes Just being extra careful

I play for a fewup