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Brian fanned his playing cards slowly, studying the array of red and black in his hand with his usual intensity. His eyes flicked to Justin, patiently waiting on the sidelines, but Justin merely raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms at his chest. No help there. He turned his attention back to the cards, and tapped one finger slowly on the edge of the table.
He knew his next move could cost him the game. He narrowed his eyes at his wily opponent. There was no turning back now. “Do you have any… eights?” Brian growled. Gus giggled. “Go fish!” |
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