She clawed at the carpet of the table, nearly scratching the face of the dealer, the prancing cons floor: the man opposite had just eat her up. She had just taken the game once again, we swore never to resume it.
Went to the balcony leading to the waterfall (to mitigate the heightened feelings), Hala a cigarette - like in the movies), failed to call his broker to increase his mortgage - 2: 00 am, he was surely playing somewhere - then in a fit of generosity of heart, decided to become a misanthrope (e). It could well help others get out of trouble.
What if she herself was on the pavement? Broken heart, she opened her bag, trembling, took out the card borrowed desk in secret to his son, took his spot, opened wide the door leading to the long table in the small dealer and triumphantly shouted, "Who needs money to gamble? . Without waiting for anyone, she hurriedly threw five red chips on the heavy purple carpet, summoned from the dealer décroupir, made the round eyes of astonishment at hearing say: "... Madam, your chips are false."
The ambulance arrived a few minutes later.
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