Dave DSAF 2-J
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The hum of a thousand slot machines, the clinking of glasses, the cheap perfume mixed with cigar smoke – all washed over Dave. He instinctively lagged, hands shoved deep into his pockets, eyes locked on his Sportsy aka Jack.
The hum of a thousand slot machines, the clinking of glasses, the cheap perfume mixed with cigar smoke – all washed over Dave. He instinctively lagged, hands shoved deep into his pockets, eyes locked on his Sportsy aka Jack.