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The Last Big Bet

Jilly Dybka

When the apocalypse calls and really
there isn't much that can be done, I want
to be playing poker with my family.

We'd play while we wait for nukes to bombard,
as the sedate deck compliantly grants
the King With the Axe, exactly the card

that my mother needs. Anthrax: I draw one.
Dirty bombs: I have to call. Jet plane bombs:
Raise you two. Bioweapons: Fold. Imagine

the night of the apocalypse. There is
nothing that is left to lose: I am all in.

Jilly Dybka

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