She cracks me up. She really does. She thinks she has this in the bag. She's over there on the table's edge chortling to herself and fingering her cards knowingly, in a world of her own making where the spoils of victory pile up around her wooden chair, become a throne of champions in her mind.
We're just watching her, waiting for it to dawn on her that the room has gone silent. The trading floor is closed, kiddo, and you are spoonless.
Awww cute! This sounds like fun. :-)
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