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I'm a folk shaver

The first time I met my master was because I shaved my head, I was nine years old at the time. The blind man who felt my bones when I was alive said I had a dark destiny and wouldn't live to be eighteen.

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"Where's the money, ready?" A shaggy man said with a slanted eye.

"His father went to the credit union, wait a little while." Uncle Liao said. Said and continued to gamble with me, a moment of work lost a few hundred dollars.

"This card game really stinks." I don't know who muttered in a low voice, I heard it clearly.

Uncle Liao was also full of unhappiness and said, "What a fucking back." Then he said to the three of them, "Brothers don't just stand around, come along." Said took out a bunch of hundred dollar bills thrown on the table.

These three looked at each other, then followed me two bets, at first five people have lost and won, and then Uncle Liao "luck" caught a few hands of good cards, the three of them lost more than a thousand dollars in two hands, Long Hair couldn't help it, said: "columns, go to the store to buy a few new cards."

After the three sat on the table, Long Hair is responsible for dealing cards, he does not dip the card can still win a few, a dip the card is really a stink, gamblers have and people to compete with the mentality, the more you lose, the more you want to do, Long Hair to take off his shirt, holding a cigarette with two eyes glowing play.

From this point onwards, Uncle Liao put "copy field", the four of us soon lost "bottom hangers", I am even more stupid also know that before winning those money is for me to do the gambling capital with, Uncle Liao is not a child, but a genuine "I'm not sure what kind of hand Long Hair has drawn.

Long hair do not know what hand of cards, back button on the table to feel all the pockets on the body, but only a few dozen dollars, his red eyes to Uncle Liao said: "Wait a while, I let people send money."

"Forget it young man, stop." Uncle Liao said without haste.

"Don't fucking win money and want to run, I let you wait a while is not a bad rule, right?" He stared at the eyes and took out the flip cover of the Motorola CD928 dialed the phone and said: "Send me fifty thousand dollars, hurry." I know this buddy must be touching a good card, otherwise he would not be so play life.