Sunday, April 26, 2009

Poker game | card in whose pocket?

I am a triumph for a while. To be ring zero for 30 minutes out of exhile. There, stand one of the richest man on the planet in front of my table. Measuring me with an undefined pretty smile. And outside they are guessing. Shall I fail or succeeding. Shouldn't have hard again to make another reputation. He drawed me in his head, and further I will be under his watching.

Even may be I was just sat there in silent. Among others who talk in this language and never think of me in solemn. But more than just a room decoration, a phrase of my friend, finally some word were spoken by request. Not a masterpiece, but luckily not from a scaredy cat. Gentleman, hold me tight in your pocket.

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