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Frightening Poker Game

I am afraid of clowns someone said. No one laughed. It was a serious poker game. Chuckie glared in my direction. I had not noticed Freddie or Jason yet. Concentrating so hard on my cards. When I looked up I tried to bow out. But I was held in place. An invisible force controlled me. A dementor was here! I was his puppet. I wished I knew where my invisibility cloak was. Dracula and the werewolf began salivating. I knew I was in big trouble now.

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Date: 10/25/2022 8:02:00 AM
Wow, you really know how to throw a poker party, Caren. I'd be a little more selective with whom I played.
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