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You Finger your chips. Stare at he table. The dealer tosses you your hole cards. Stare at the table You get rags. Stare at he table. You can't star at the table. You are compelled to look at the sultry blonde. She winks, you blush, and she knows you have zilch. "I don't consciously flirt," says Jennifer Leigh "Jennicide".   [Read More]

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