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I saw him; his unruly head of curls was sat at the end of the table. A single cigarette sat between his lips as his hands held cards that were spread like a fan. He let out a laugh as he threw down a card; then his eyes landed on me. A wide smirk spread across his face as a dimple appeared, "hey, lets deal baby face in." ... Can you really find the "one" in a mental asylum? ... For, Cheyenne.
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