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Mar. 27th, 2006 11:46 pmCooper has been subsiding on catnaps the last few nights. (No nightmares, either.) Catnaps, and coffee. And doughnuts.
Right now he and Moiraine are sitting at a table in the front room of the suite they've been occupying for the last two-almost-three days. Cards are beginning to wear thin, for him, what with one thing and another. He was tired of blackjack before he came in, and nobody ever gambles on Go Fish.
Maybe that's a way he can up the stakes, in subsequent games.
Rather than take out his tape recorder, Cooper simply makes a mental note and asks Moiraine, "Do you have any fours?"
Right now he and Moiraine are sitting at a table in the front room of the suite they've been occupying for the last two-almost-three days. Cards are beginning to wear thin, for him, what with one thing and another. He was tired of blackjack before he came in, and nobody ever gambles on Go Fish.
Maybe that's a way he can up the stakes, in subsequent games.
Rather than take out his tape recorder, Cooper simply makes a mental note and asks Moiraine, "Do you have any fours?"
