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Anthony runs to the registration table to cancel his bet. Andrea tries to watch, but a group of Clifford bodyguards starts to close in around her. She wonders if Andrew is willing to start a fight to keep her from becoming a chip. Anthony comes back and the bodyguards part to let him into the circle. He’s sweatier than before, and he continues to dab at his face with his handkerchief. He looks down at his shoes in shame and embarrassment. “They won’t let me cancel the bet,” he says. “If I refuse to play, they’ll take the chip from me. The best I can do is play and hope I win.” “That doesn’t make any sense,” Andrea hisses. “That’s completely unfair.” Andrew strokes her back and says, “Don’t worry, Andrea. Jackson and I have a pretty good relationship. I’ll go talk to him and get this so