Dealer, cook

Two ladies are walking along the puddle-strewn path in a very jolly, laughing mood. One has a fur-trimmed hat, the other a shiny black quilted jacked with gold coloured buckles. They have two lovely speckled pointers bounding along with them. Second woman says:

“…and it snowballed, and it snowballed until he wasn’t the dealer anymore, he was the cook!”

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