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Precocious - The Aftermath

Nick's eyes stayed on his cards. The other players kept similar, stony faces. Nothing else changed. The room remained warm and full of smoke, as it had been, and the talk about Trudeau's visit and Ford recalling the '71 Pinto. The fingers ran round the cheek of her bottom twice, then withdrew. They were needed to pull an ace of spades from the other hand and toss it face up on the table.
“Goddamn you, Nick.”
“Lawrence,” the boss warned, “we have a minor here.”
While both hands raked in the cards and stubbed out a cigarette, Shasta shovelled her ice cream and fruit inside. “Enjoy that?” he asked when her mouth was full. She had to nod. The same people stood again when she asked to leave. He didn't stop them grumbling.

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