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Ashes crumbled beneath the weight of Jeongin pressing the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray. Multiple tall stacks of poker chips nearly covered him from the other players at the table. "Don't want to call?" He asked smugly, grabbing a few chips between his fingers and letting them fall back down, creating a taunting chorus of clacks.