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mode. She was a ‘sharpshooter’ in the parlance of the game –
she could skin a cat – not just in terms of skill but also in
appearance and manner. She was beautiful and she was smart.
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But you know she was more than just a card player. She could
see through people, could tell when they were bluffing and
when they were scared and frightened, when they were
desperate.
Something was off anyway tonight, she just couldn’t quite put
her finger on it, and she was looking around the casino just
casually, another sidelong glance this way and that, she knew
one new face at the bar wasn’t a goner, and she locked eyes
with another, a man, who’s gin wasn’t trying to drink, but was
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playtime login casino was feeling the goosebumps creep up the
side of her neck as she stared back, undeterred.
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her finesse, fascinated by the fluid,
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he and what did he want?
When the hand finally broke, playtime log in casino got up,
her pile of chips more impressive than the others. She thanked
the dealer and took her money. On her way to the bar, she
chatted up those around her, determined to determine the
identity of this cool character, this deep-pocketed stranger.
"Can I buy you a drink?" she asked, her voice smooth and
confident.
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letting her shootin’ do her talkin’, as the phrase went. But
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talk. Something… After a long moment, she lifted her glass.
Something about her.
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She inhaled deeply. We flash back through a biopic montage –
three decades of youthful scrappiness and determination, of
practising hitting off a tee because she couldn’t afford the
lessons, of willpower and grit and loving the game so much
that it had taken her all the way here. And now she’d tell the
world all about it.
