Sean John stared across the card table, right into the eyes of Dr. Pantigal. His gaze cut right through the thick cigarette smoke. Sean John looked back at his hand. It was a total Yarborough, but he had to play it like this hand was the big screen one. The fate of the game - and of the entire island nation - depended on it.
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