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Blackest nights of the darkest sins
Beware the violence that begins
"They call me Sirius, that they do." Sirius chuckled as the cards were dealed, hand over hand to himself and the other men. A heavy one with a pinstripe suit, who spoke italion and had an ego to boot. Another a thin little fellow, Nose crooked, Teeth always smiling yellow. The last, not sirius himself, was a man of mysterious wealth. Clothing of silk, shades of black. He sat far behind the lamp. Sirius grinned as he always did, watching the game unfold. He slipped his bets forward, letting them win. Then suddenly, he let fly all his gold. "It's a long shot, but I got a good eye." He told. The heavy one sighed, folded and dried. The thin fellow fell next to the long loser's cello, but the last. The last in his mysterious elegance, rose to the challenge, smiling all the while. "Let's see what you got, stranger, Let's see this lyin bile."
Sirius just grinned, and fliped his cards over. A royal flush, straight to over. The other man frowned, and flipped his as well, A royal flush, a second pair. Somebody was lyin, and this wasn't fair. Sirius eyebrows rose, as he jumped from his seat, grabbin the money and runnin on cleats. The table was thrown up much to everybody's surprise as Sirius decided to run for his lives. He laughed as he ran, as he often did, as those fools chased him.
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