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bad odds

by m-elee

he bets 7 to 1 odds you'll lose your roll forfeit your money or forfeit your soul a crooked smile you haven't seen in a while you want to trust but you know will beguile a crossed promise and a bit lip a shrouded truth and honest fib he means nothing he says - but everything he did.
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