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hero positions his cursor to the call button, covers his eyes, and presses the mouse button. he waits in silence, as the sound of the river card bestows upon him. the rush of blood throughout his body is staggering, and still with his eyes covered, the sound of the chips moving towards the winner chimes in like a church bell in the distance.
still with his eyes covered, the sound of dealing for the next hand has already started. ready to face his fears, he slowly uncovers his eyes and opens them, expecting to see a reload dialog thinking no one would be stupid enough to do that on the turn without trip jacks.
to his surprise, there was no dialog. there was only 2 cards dealt to him, awaiting his action. hero quickly clicks fold, because the cards were crap, and goes to the history to see what the other player had.
77. wtf?!
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