I stare at the cards on my hand, my gaze calculating and cold. I take a drag from my cigarette, waiting for the others to play their move. I'm getting impatient, to be honest. I tap with my finger on the table, impatiently. The other three guys at the table, my friends, notice and smirk. It's not every day they get to see me so impatient, and it's always so amusing to them.
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