yes, if he only could get the cob webs to clear out of his head a bit, ah he remembers being called a cheat, and a fake. Claims we're made of fake blood, and tickets falling out of his pockets, he checks his shirt pocket for his perscription glasses, only to find a pair not belonging to him. ah, now things are starting to clear up, as he stands up, lips has my glasses, she wouldn't be able to make out anything, 6 inches past her nose. with everyone glued back at their respective seats, for the time being, and numbers being called, Rico can't believe what he thinks he's seeing, when did the bingo parlor, turn into a ...................................................
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