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but optimal and suboptimal terrified him

Seat 4 was staring at him, like all live players do, in hope of gaining information through some physical tell. The whole idea was laughably primitive to a player of Ray’s proficiency, but that didn’t solve his problem. He hesitated, not for fear of getting called and losing the money but in silent…

—p.51 Paradise, Nevada by Dario Diofebi
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exactly as it’s meant to be enjoyed

As with many iconic, tourist-intensive places in the world, common knowledge about Las Vegas tends to crystallize around a handful of nicknames and fixed adages. “Sin City.” “America’s Playground.” “Lost Wages.” These snippets of coagulated wisdom mostly serve as experiential guidance for travelers…

—p.46 by Dario Diofebi
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to want them like she was entitled

She wanted to be an actress, this she remembered for sure. What was the link between herself as a drama major at Ole Miss and the face looking at her from those photos, a face that would appear in Cosmopolitan, in Maxim, and then at Mount Sinai Beth Israel Hospital on a December night? It wasn’t th…

—p.37 by Dario Diofebi
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not an inflated devotion to beauty

Aunt Karen looked a lot like Mary Ann’s mom, but she also didn’t. Mary Ann couldn’t help thinking that the features that had looked lovingly chiseled on her mother looked on Karen like they’d been tossed like a jacket over a bedroom chair. It was the kind of spontaneous observation that Mary Ann ca…

—p.35 by Dario Diofebi
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tormented by all-too-real sorrow

It’s hard to say what goes through the mind of a man who’s lived the last ten years of his life alone on a fake hill overlooking a fake sea, tormented by all-too-real sorrow. It may have been that the Positano reminded him of the happiest years of his life, when the world was like exotic clay in hi…

—p.26 by Dario Diofebi