"Did you know that the chances of getting a royal flush is exactly one in 649,740?" I babbled nervously. A woman looked at me with contempt mixed with disdain. I never knew it was possible to even look at someone with such distaste. Obviously I was hanging out with the wrong type of people.
"Shut up." It must have been the fourth time this minute she had told me that.
"Sorry," I continued rapidly, acutely aware I was still being annoying, "it's just when I get nervous I tend to sprout random facts. And you know what? This is the sixth time this week I've been kidnapped and you'd think I'd be less nervous, but no, for some reason I'M STILL NERVOUS."
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there you go, cuties, six chapters. enjoy.
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