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... looked at them, and put them back down on the felt. A nine of clubs and a four of hearts. Nothing. Not even close to nothing — actively bad. A hand that in any book or video he’d ever consumed about poker was described in one word: fold.
He already knew that much. Two cards that didn’t match in number or suit, low value, no foundation to build anything from. The math was simple. The correct move was to push the cards forward and wait for the next hand.
He didn’t fold.
No ...
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