[Face cards are like celebrities here, he thinks, in fleeting recollection of what he'd been told on the beach. His next thought after that is, is this someone's idea of a joke.
The one after that is, Tseng must absolutely loathe the attention.]
Just one up, then.
[He's fine. Really. It's not like playing second fiddle has ever bothered him before.]
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The one after that is, Tseng must absolutely loathe the attention.]
Just one up, then.
[He's fine. Really. It's not like playing second fiddle has ever bothered him before.]
What makes you think they would? Disturb me.