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’
Yes
.
Yes
.
And
.
.
.
if
I
lose
?
’
YOU
WILL
WISH
YOU
HAD
WON
.
Wa
tried
to
swallow
,
but
his
throat
had
gone
dry
.
’
I
know
I
’
ve
had
lots
of
people
murdered
—
’
TWENTY
-
THREE
,
TO
BE
PRECISE
.
’
Is
it
too
late
to
say
I
’
m
sorry
?
’
SUCH
THINGS
DO
NOT
CONCERN
ME
.
NOW
THROW
THE
DICE
.
Wa
shut
his
eyes
and
dropped
the
dice
on
to
the
ground
,
too
nervous
even
to
try
the
special
flick
-
and
-
twist
throw
.
He
kept
his
eyes
shut
.
ALL
THE
EIGHTS
.
THERE
,
THAT
WASN
’
T
TOO
DIFFICULT
,
WAS
IT
?
Wa
fainted
.
