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THE GAME - THE FOURTH AND FINAL PART

' s time to start over. I sit in my place while the new dealer starts the first round. The bald man is visibly upset. The maniac probably not even noticed the change, so he stuck his head in his arms in despair of having lost all that money. The other players with his eyes looking for me. Make me a nod, as if they understood what I did. What I am concerned.
If they too were aware that they were not spoken before? The old
I sat down near his head before bringing it to mine.
- Do you think the penguin is at our table?
I shrugged my shoulders in response.
- I think not! - Continued - Angelo is the only one who wins and I know it is not him, the other for the time they did play too stupid to be professionals.
- You could be old, basically I do not know you - I tell him.
- Maybe be so good as to merit a nickname to the table - while he raised his head and goes to her place to read the cards.
I was not there for the glory, I was not there just for the money, I was there for revenge.
I went in search of professional poker. In sottobar, in casinos, apartments in "safe". I used to invite people they know from the tables, where I had lost on purpose to impute to me the image of the chicken and then another evening, the real one, I played as I can and taken away at least ten times the amount invested.
Within an hour I removed all the chips to the bald. Let stand the other, I said just forget it and dedicate themselves to the cash game tournaments where you pay a modest buy-in to avoid the risk of being very early in his underwear.
I offered to drink the old man that this time I had questions, but looked at me in agreement.
edge of the bar, the bald even tried to threaten me with a crowbar, maybe that's why others were afraid of him.
was enough to calm him a quick look at my girlfriend under his jacket.

People are the cards in their hand. I managed to convince everyone that I was playing with the highest point of them. My blood alligator. This is a gift that gave me life from day to day.
Of that particular day I remember the sound of the radio-controlled toys. I was sitting on the floor. I was five. A red corduroy overalls, barefoot in front of the terrace. The SuperFox Nikko went in and out of the window by jumping on the edge of the tiles.
My mother came up behind me, holding his hands over his eyes and approached me said
- you Remember that movie we saw a few days ago, the animals of the ice? - I remember the warm voice and at times sobbing.
- you remember that my mother had to leave the puppy for a long time and left the baby with dad? -
Mossi head up and down, close his hands still between now began to tremble.
- See my baby, even your mother now has to leave for so long, but you'll come back as do the mothers of those pups, I'll be my baby, my baby come back .-
I remember the hot tears on my hair blacks.
remember that freed her head and turned toward her.
"Mama do not cry" I would have liked to say.
At that moment I took the first mental picture of my life.
I turned to see her not crying, it was remote-controlled machine hood and the wheels continued to spin in a vacuum.
The last words I heard from my mother were:
- hello baby, hello my penguin.

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THE GAME - THE GAME

The first few laps I'm good. I want to see who are my opponents and the idea that if I made them is not wrong. The man to my right, every time he looks at the dealer places the chips on the table. It looks like a man possessed in a crisis of tremor. One of those who in slang is called "maniac". Play every hand, did not give it a shot and even when it is certain that he had lost his last bit of money. After less than an hour at the bar of the chips will be gone at least three times. Leading the game is the bald man who stands before me. Has a significant nest egg in front of him, scattered Stutt for cloth. I can not stand. The chips should always be arranged to show the opponents how much you can play. That was not a fair player, I understood immediately. I was already up when the flea on the nose three times in a row had closed two colors and a scale with the last two cards against the poor maniac, but now I know for sure. On the last lap I heard the snap of the dealer. The bald has noticed that this time the noise was louder than usual. When your fingers get tired, it sometimes form small cramps in my hands and while the bastard gave the cards I felt the finger and thumb clash. This happens when the dealer tries to pass the paper, specially made at the bottom, above. Taken for granted that the dealer peeled and agreed decided not to enter into any hands until the break.
the break I get up, follow the Dealer that goes to the counter. The bald, not to attract attention, remains at the table to count the chips.
I sit at the counter next to the dealer:
- that want to offer me a drink to try to bribe me? - He laughs when I sit and look at him in the face.
explodes in a childish expression, pretend to talk to an old friend, nodding and smiling at the time say:
- you now go to the Floorman and tell him you have to go home because it hurts my stomach.
- What? The belly, but are you crazy? - I totally responds by changing expression.
- Relax and will only get worse, I saw the trick you did with your friend until now head of the egg, but now I'm tired, you've cleaned the chicken and I want to play.
- I do not know what I say ..
raise my jacket and show him my friend Bobcat stuck in the waistband of his pants.
- Smile! - Cone while a tap on his shoulder pretend to joke and have fun.
The coat of hair type is impregnated with sweat showing his stubborn almost completely white.
- good see you're already starting to feel bad?
was white as a bridal veil and dripping sweat trickles from his forehead and neck.
He stood like a zombie and went to the restaurant manager. The Floorman precisely.

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