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The Story of The Queen of Spades

A long long time ago, I can still remember how that club underneath the bar smelled. It happened one night, a celebration for a friend, that a side show performed.
"Who wants to volunteer?"
Someone raised my hand. Now it's not that I was nervous or shy. I didn't know what to expect; I had just arrived.
"You," he said be my guest. And I figured I would do my best.
So up I went. He held a deck of cards and wanted me to examine them. I shuffled once for good measure ... I didn't know the trick. And he fanned out a deck of cards saying in his performers voice, "Pick one."
I made my choice, placed it in my shirt pocket. The man took the cards and with classic flourish and flair, ripped the entire deck in half, then handed the two halves back to me.
"You'll want to look at those," he stated with a smile. "Did you look at your card?"
I held the deck; then threw them away. I looked at the card in my pocket: Queen of Spades.
We weren't surprised...matter of fact it was classic in my case.

*Oddly, what happened just one month ago has seemed to fit in my current circumstances.*

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