Honza watched as the man's eyes fixed on the wheel, following his four numbers round, his hands were clasped and his breathing was shallow. He could not blink and beads of sweat were forming where old sweat had dried on his brow. Honza didn't care if the man won or lost, Honza knew that man, or one like him, would return tomorrow to pay his wages; what Honza did not know was that the man was called Tom, and he really needed to win this bet.
Tom stared at the wheel, he willed and willed his numbers. He shouted them in his head, 20, 17, 34, and zero. He believed one of them was coming now.
"No more bets!" Tom barely heard the dealer as he watched the ball slow down and bounce, bounce, bounce....
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