Feeling as if a great weight had lifted off him, he smiled as he walked away.
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For days afterward Deuce spent his days sitting on park benches, and buying a little food here and there until his money ran out. When he finally turned his pockets inside out, and found nothing, he ate his last meal, and went looking for a stone pillow on which to lay his head. That’s when he felt he had no choice but to go right back into the only life he knew. Gambling. He began on a small level at first, hustling games now and then, and winning, but just enough to keep his stomach full, and buy him a bed for the night. One game led to another, and slowly his old habits came back. He began switching those cards around like a magician’s sleight of hand.