The Long Night
I once spent far too long sitting at the blackjack tables in Caesars Palace. By the time I finally decided to leave, the sun was beginning to rise and I was somehow fifteen hundred dollars ahead.
As I walked out, a street hustler stopped me and showed me a game with three shells and one impossible question: where is it?
Vegas has a way of reminding you that winning and understanding are not always the same thing.
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