Saturday, September 14, 2002

black jack 21, the face cards empty, the game wins for none. the dealer's forecast predicts defeat for all those who dare to step up to the seat. the cash chips fight fiercly to break free your grip, they crash to the table, your pale fingers slip to pick up two cards that are weighed to the table, the jack meets your gaze but the ace isnt stable. this winning hand loses, the cards can't stand still. the ace added zero, the jack fell down hill.

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