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Casino for Sun by Anonymous (online submission) So how did I get here? Well first let's establish where exactly here is, which you may be wondering unless you already found something else more entertaining than the childish shenanigans of a hell-damned Asian boy with a will more powerful than the curses forced upon him as changes, however superficial, declare the victor before time can attest to whom it shows favor as the winner. Here, here where I once washed away sin after sin in the wastelands of wayfarers destined to begin a new ending to their own tales of yesteryear and once had been; here where metallic coins and paper measuring units disappear as drunken youthfulness emerges in a blissful ambiance of sugar-coated breezes infused with a temporal sustenance; here at a casino enjoying a bag of pretzel bites with some cheddar cheese sauce after having been denied the right to gamble a quarter at the quarter slots or a dollar at the dollar slots or any other form of paym