Per ruehllin,
"I come to a stop against a brass rail and straighten up, looking back at Earl in shock. Then I see the rest of them.
'What is this?' says Uncle Al from the depths of a winged chair. He is seated at a table with three other men, twaddling a fat cigar between the finger and thumb of one hand and holding five fanned cards in the other. A snifter of brandy rests on the table in front of him. Just beyond it is a large pile of poker chips.
'Jumped the train, sir.'"
Maybe now ruehllin will explain this bizarre exercise to me?
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1 comment:
I stole it from another blog...
I'm a big ol' stealer!
No, really, that's it.
And I was bored...
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