King, Queen, Jack
by H
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The plot of the novel is not fundamentally unfamiliar; in fact, I suspect that two respectable writers, Balzac and Dreiser, would accuse me of gross imitation, but, I swear, I had not read their absurd works at the time, and even now have no idea what they said in Under the Cypresses. After all, Charlotte Humbert's husband wasn't that innocent either. The question of the title of the book. The three face cards were all heart cards, so I kept them and discarded a small pair. The two new cards I was dealt might prove that the gamble was right, because I always have an ivory thumb in this game of gambling. Evenly matched, very lucky, and inextricably squeezed out a slight advantage through the sting of smoke. I can only hope that my good old poker partners, who all have a full house and a straight, think I'm trying to scare off my opponents with big bets.
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