One day, about fifteen years ago, I took my father-in-law, irrepressibly cheerful and always sane, to a small casino in Nova Scotia, where he planned on playing a few games of blackjack. I don’t gamble, and I’d never been in one of those places before, but the old gentleman knew what he was about, and he figured only on enjoying himself for a little wh…
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