I wake up before the alarm goes off as I always do, and glance over at the clock which reads “8:12” in bold, red numbers. “That’s odd,” I think in my groggy half-awake stupor, “Aren’t I supposed to be at work at 8:30
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A smoke filled room. The clink of chips breaking the silence of unyielding concentration. The occasional muttering of “check”, “raise”, “fold”, and “all-in” as players try to determine what their opponents are holding. Whether for serious stakes or just for fun, this is poker
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