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“I got ya!” Seamus hooted in delight and swept up the cards. “And that’s three thousand, seven hundred fifty-five galleons you owe me. But who’s countin’, yeah?”
“You are, obviously,” Dean said, working hard to be annoyed. “I hope you’ll take my marker.”
“A bet is a bet,” Seamus laughed. “If ya can’t pay ya shouldn’t pay.” He was working a
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