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Poker is game with which I have only a passing familiarity, however, the basic principles have not been lost upon me.  Tonight, I sat across the green felt from Adam and, even without the aid of the beast, wavered nary a whit.

In his hand, the life of Miss Winters.  In mine, the genius of Julia Hoffman.

Genius won.

His threat was to execute Miss Winters if we did not produce a mate.  Fortunately, and I hesitated to say this, we both understood that a life held as collateral — precious though it is — is fungible.  But genius is not.

Well, played, Doctor Hoffman, considering that it was I who stared the brute down.   Jeremiah’s lessons were not completely wasted.  Good show, Collins.

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