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Before I jump right in, I love reading the other Reverse Shot stories, especially the ones about being a baby. Yes, my first memory is as a baby, but read on.
I don’t know why I play poker. I don’t have a good poker face. Everyone seems to see right through me. I suppose I play for the company, conversations, drinks and friends. I have been distracted this game. Probably because of the small child crawling underneath the table. What is she doing under there. It makes me nervous and I am already nervous. I need a break. Another beer. I didn’t even clear the table when I tripped over my untied shoe laces. Guess I figured out what she was doing. Foiled by a baby.