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gambling at someones house is not such a legal event. Bias had his grocery money for the month, he played one hand of black jack and learned to never bet agaisnt the house. From the smoke in his lungs he decided to smoke.

In the back yard men drank from their beers the only thing they could afford, One played black jack but the rest played poker. Bias talked to them finding out that one man had taken an hour long cab ride to get to the house and had no other way back home.

Bias left the house just following where the crosswalk lead. Finding himself reading a welcome sign near a forest he walk followed a path while the sunset. Pulling his shirt over his knees and lighting smoke to stay in his mind warm. From his back pack he pulled out a small bottle of fire ball. The night was cold but Bias collected branches and stayed warm.


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