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It's Friday night. He's out with the boys playing poker. She's out with
a man playing. Neither are enjoying their night out. He sometimes wins--sometimes
not. She's sometimes lucky--sometimes not. The stakes aren't high--then
again they are. He's betting quarters. She's gambling with her self-respect.
He has a straight. She can't be straight. A flush beats him out. She has
forgotten how to blush. The dirty jokes go around the table. She is a
dirty joke. The next hand he gets a pair, two ladies. She is no lady.
He wishes they were four kings. Where is her king? Soon the game is over,
and yet she still plays on. He collects his winnings. She collects her
clothes. He really did enjoy himself tonight. She only pretended.
Dori Veach |
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