Ian forgot his camera and we knew something cool was going to happen. Too hungover. Royal flush 15 hundred something, slot machine 18 hundred something. Him not me. Lucky Bastard.
End Transmission.
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Story, it grows older, story is no story here, I never knew what it is and there's no sign of it ending...
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