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but when the table is being turned around, and I lose the charm of a dealer,

I reckon that I can't play by the rules very much longer anymore.

I still can't comprehend how can anyone perform such a mind fuck, so much so it succeeds mine. 150 days (or more perhaps) and counting, those Freudian slips are telling me that this is in need of immediate reifications. This explains why do I stare sometimes, please pardon me for being rude.

I was merely painting a movie in my head.