A new life (2)

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A dense and acrid smoke hung in the room. Ion yielded. He was asleep, his feet dangling out of bed. At the table in the middle of the room, on the green blanket, the cards were dealt again. The coffee cups were used now as ashtrays. None of the three players still in game has no mood to wash...

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