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“It doesn’t matter,” Rosa repeated, and took the winnings, leaving five hundred dollars each.

on the boxes for further play

Black eyes looked at me curiously. Not eyes, but X-ray:

“I'm not talking about cards, honey. I'm about you.

My soul went into heels. I glanced at Leshka to see if he could hear all this, but Leshka was intently examining his face in the mirror column opposite. It seems that he studied the length of the morning stubble and did not follow me or the game. All our guys have the same problem - no matter how smooth-shaven their physiognomy was in the evening at the beginning of the shift, by the time the sun rose, the prickly bristles treacherously appeared on their faces.



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