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"I still don't know why you don't just have a sewing bee or something," Jack said, as he dug the folding card table out of the back of the storage space. "Oh, my God. You sound like a Neanderthal. We don't plan on smoking fat cigars or anything. We just decided to get together for poker, that's all." Lisa shrugged and gave him a little grin.

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