The Poker Game
My roommate will kill me for losing all that vacation money. I don't know how we'll even make it back home now! I shouldn't have agreed to play for money starting out, but I won all those early hands; I lose all my judgment every time I'm drinking Jack.
Look, I don't want to ask you to just give me back my money because you feel sorry for me. You have all these big, long, hard, stacks of chips. I like long and hard things. Why don't you just have another drink and we'll see if we can't work this out.
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