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Word: Splinter
Word count: 108
"Sam, would just quit moving for one damn second?"
"M'Sorry! It hurts worse than a knife jammed in my eye."
"How do you know that?"
"Its just a guess, now would you please quite swiping at my hand with that card. Im not an ATM machine you know."
"Yeah I wish you were. Least then, I wouldn't have to play poker everyday and get your sorry ass outta trouble in the bar. Seriously man, howd you manage to get a tiny little splinter get the best of you?"
"Hey it was either a splinter or a concussion from that board at my head. I did you a favor."