She was taking way too long to decide what to do. The guy across the table started making chicken noises. “Bawk, bawk, bawk…”
She didn’t even look up. Just slowly riffled her chips, calm as still water.
“You done?” she asked, finally meeting his eyes.
He smirked. “Fold already, sweetheart. Or lay down your little pair of twos.”
She smiled sweetly, then pushed all her chips into the pot.
“All in.”
The smirk faltered.
She flipped her cards.
Pocket queens.
The clucking stopped.
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Nice!
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