He knew he was in trouble, he had been playing cards all night, he had nothing left, they even had the shirt off his back, he had a stack of I.O.U notes on the table, this hand was his last chance to win everything back and at least leave with some dignity, he had been playing since the night before, the sun was beginning to rise again, the sun began to enter the smoke filled room there were bottles both full and empty strewn across the floor and table. “Well?” the other man asked, “what you going to do?” he looked at his hand of cards, he paused, desperate for a final win. Sweat began to pou… 阅读更多内容