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Chapter 5-3
Two of the guys I’m playing against are older, more experienced, and I can tell they play games of this caliber regularly. One of them is like a robot, completely unreadable, and I can’t wrap my head around him. The other seems to chew on the inside of his mouth when he has a good hand, and I’m positive he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. The dealer passes out the cards, and I fold before betting, but the other two have a showdown. Cheek chewer goes all in, and Mr. Robot calls him, which was a horrible mistake because Cheeky lays down a full house. Even after losing so much money, the guy is completely emotionless. Then it’s just the two of us left, and I can feel my blood pumping in my neck. I don’t have nearly as much money as my opponent, but I have enough to make a comeback if I pick an
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