it's four days since then. the lame excuse: the poker stalker seldom involves itself in unlucky situations. hence, no blogs written on any 666th day/number of any countdown or 13th of any list and/or countdown.
friday
now you wonder how our heroes fared that fateful day. the report was they began early, they had a bad run of cards, went out to grab a bite, played poker and still had a bad run of cards. flinging their arms in the air, our heroes decided to give it a rest. their cynicism towards superstition seemed to have slapped them.
saturday
the sun was smiling, the birds were singing, our heroes were playing. and playing they were! every hand seemed to be in their favor.
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