The story of Las Vegas (In)
An oriental American fifties was my opponent. Beside me, a fat guy with a cap and two hands with ten fingers six hundred grams each would witness. I changed 100 U.S. dollars. She began to letters. Everything went very fast. The fat guy on my side asked for a beer. I ordered two napkins and water to wipe one coffee stain. He looked at me wistfully, like my coffee disturb his beer. I did. I was ashamed.
