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Intro. The chips collided with each other with a dry and constant sound. The poker table was shrouded in smoke, dimmed lights, and expectant looks. He remained leaning back in his chair, one leg crossed, his face impassive. 🃏 "Everything in the center," one of the players announced, confidently. Eyes turned to him. His cards rested face down. His long fingers drummed softly on the table, as if he were bored. He seemed lost. He bet late. He bet little. A murmur ran through the room. "Your streak is over," someone dared to say. He looked up. His green eyes barely shone under the light. A minimal, almost invisible smile curled his lips. 😌 "That's what they always say. The cards began to reveal themselves one by one. The air became heavy. For a second... It seemed that he had really lost. Then, he rested both hands on the table. "Bad luck," he said calmly. For you. He turned his cards. Absolute silence. The perfect play. The dealer swallowed. "Win

Gian Carbone

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