I glanced around the old oak table. The smell of smoke hung thick in the air. I looked across the table at a thin tall lady. Her mousy blonde hair was pulled back into a greasy pony tale, her face was expressionless. She picked up her glass and took a small drink as if she was drinking fine wine instead of cheap vodka. I looked down at my cards in slight concern, when I looked up the lady had a small smirk on her face. She plucked one of the cards from her hand and she said "Uno."
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Rewritten Cliches
Randomhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii This was a little story written by a friend of mine. I thought it was so good that it should finally be published. Enjoy the small chapters that are a nice twist on regular cliches.
