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>>927654448Upon the table, felted green and wide,I cast two cubes of ivory white,In hopes that Fortune will stand as my guide,And grant me pairs in soft, dim light.Two sixes, boxcars, strong and high,Or snakes eyes, ones that barely start,Each roll a dance, a wondrous try,To win the game and claim my part.Yet chance is fickle, ever-changing,A two and one, or five and three,Each toss a new beginning,A random pair that sets me free.But still I hope, with every throw,To see those twins, in lucky glow.
>>927654448In the bustling, neon-lit streets of Las Vegas, there was a man named Anon. He was neither a high roller nor a professional gambler, but simply a man with a dream and a pair of dice. Anon had always been fascinated by the simplicity and unpredictability of dice. The way they tumbled across the felt, the way they held the power to change one's fortune in an instant.Every night, Anon would visit the same old casino, tucked away in a corner off the strip. He would exchange his modest savings for a handful of chips and make his way to the craps table. The other patrons knew him well; he was the quiet man who only ever placed one kind of bet. Anon was chasing doubles—two of the same number—a bet that paid out big if luck was on his side.One evening, Anon approached the table with a sense of determination. He had been studying probability, trying to understand the math behind the roll. He knew the odds were against him, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He placed his bet on the pass line and took the dice in his hand."Come on, lucky sevens," he murmured under his breath, giving the dice a gentle shake before letting them fly. The crowd around the table watched as the dice tumbled end over end, finally coming to a stop. A three and a four—not the doubles Anon was hoping for, but a seven nonetheless. The table cheered, and Anon felt a spark of excitement.Emboldened, he placed another bet, this time on the come line. He shook the dice again, feeling the weight of them in his hand. "Double sixes," he whispered, visualizing the outcome in his mind. The dice rolled across the felt, bouncing off the back wall before settling. A five and a two—another seven. The table erupted in cheers, and Anon couldn't help but smile.
>>927657385The night wore on, and Anon continued to roll, chasing that elusive pair of doubles. He rolled snakes eyes, a pair of ones, and the table went wild. He rolled boxcars, a pair of sixes, and the crowd roared. But each time, the next roll would bring a different combination, never the doubles he so desperately sought.As the night drew to a close, Anon placed his final bet. He had won some and lost some, but the thrill of the chase kept him going. He shook the dice one last time, feeling the weight of the night's rolls in his hand. "One more time," he said softly, letting the dice fly.The table fell silent as the dice tumbled across the felt. They bounced off the back wall and rolled back, coming to a stop in the center of the table. A pair of fives—double nickels. The table erupted in cheers, and Anon let out a sigh of relief. He had finally done it.As he walked away from the table, Anon couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had chased his dream and, for one night, he had caught it. The dice had been kind to him, and he knew that the memory of this night would stay with him forever.From that night on, Anon became a legend in the old casino. The quiet man who chased doubles and, against all odds, caught them. And though he never rolled another pair of doubles again, he knew that the thrill of the chase was worth more than any jackpot.
>>927654448In the shadowy alleys of Vienna, a man known only as Doubles moved with the grace of a panther. His codename was earned not just for his ability to blend in anywhere, but also for his uncanny luck—he could roll a pair of dice and always hit his mark, a quirk that had saved his life more than once.Tonight, Doubles was on a high-stakes mission. Intelligence indicated that a list of secret agents was about to be sold to the highest bidder. His task: infiltrate the auction and retrieve the list before it fell into the wrong hands.Doubles slipped into the opulent hotel hosting the auction. He wore a tailored suit, blending seamlessly with the wealthy elite in attendance. As he mingled, he kept a keen eye on the security detail—ex-military types with earpieces and stern expressions.The auction began, and the air was thick with tension. Doubles watched as various items were presented—stolen art, classified documents, even prototype weapons. Finally, the list of agents was brought out, encased in a sleek, metallic briefcase.Doubles knew he had to act fast. He excused himself from the crowd and made his way to a balcony overlooking the auction room. Pulling out a small device, he activated a tiny drone, no larger than a hummingbird. It flew silently into the room, hovering above the briefcase.Flicking his wrist, Doubles activated a tiny EMP pulse, temporarily disabling the security cameras and alarms. The room went dark for a split second, and in that moment, the drone descended, snatching the briefcase with a magnetic claw before flying back to Doubles.He slipped out of the hotel, the briefcase securely in his grasp. Back in his hideout, he opened the case, revealing the list of agents. Mission accomplished.Doubles knew the game of espionage was one of chance and skill. Tonight, he had rolled the dice and come up with a winning pair. But he also knew that in this world, luck could turn on a dime. He would be ready for whatever came next.
>>927654448Ivory cubes dance,Hoping for twins in chance,Fate in every roll.
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>>927654448Under the blazing summer sun, the tennis courts were alive with the sound of rackets striking balls and the cheerful banter of players. Among them were Sara and Jamie, a formidable doubles team known for their seamless coordination and unyielding spirit.Today was the championship match, and the stakes were high. Sara and Jamie faced off against their rivals, a duo known for their powerful serves and aggressive play. The first set was a nail-biter, with both teams trading points in a relentless back-and-forth. Sara's precise groundstrokes and Jamie's lightning-fast reflexes kept them in the game, but their opponents were equally matched.As the second set began, Sara and Jamie knew they needed to step up their game. They communicated silently, a glance here, a nod there, their bond on the court as strong as any friendship. Jamie served with a newfound ferocity, while Sara covered the net with cat-like agility.The turning point came when Sara executed a perfect drop shot, catching their opponents off guard. Jamie followed up with a powerful overhead smash, securing the break point. The crowd roared in approval, and Sara and Jamie fed off the energy, their confidence soaring.In the end, it was their unwavering teamwork that won the day. As the final point was scored, Sara and Jamie embraced, their faces flushed with victory. They had done it—champions once again. The doubles court was their stage, and together, they had performed a masterpiece.
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>>927654448>roll for solesFTFY
>>927654448The crack of the bat echoed through the stadium, a sound so pure and powerful that it silenced the crowd for a heartbeat. Then, the roar began, a wave of noise that swept through the stands as the ball soared high into the air.Eddie had been in a slump, his bat feeling more like a lead weight than an extension of his arm. But as he stepped up to the plate in the bottom of the ninth, with two runners on and his team down by one, something shifted. He could feel it in the air, in the hum of the crowd, in the steady gaze of his coach.The pitcher wound up, his eyes locked onto Eddie's. The ball left his hand, a blur of white against the dark backdrop of the night sky. Eddie swung, putting every ounce of his strength and determination into the motion.The ball met the bat with a resounding crack, and Eddie knew instantly—this was it. He watched as the ball arced high and far, splitting the outfield gap perfectly. The runners on first and second took off, rounding the bases as the outfielders gave chase.Eddie sprinted towards first, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw the runners cross home plate, tying the game. He rounded first and headed for second, his eyes fixed on the coach waving him on. As he slid into second base, a cloud of dust billowing around him, the umpire signaled safe.The crowd erupted, their cheers filling the stadium. Eddie had hit a double, driving in the tying runs and putting himself in scoring position. His teammates mobbed him at second base, their faces flushed with excitement. The game was far from over, but Eddie's double had shifted the momentum. In that moment, he knew—this was why he played the game.
In the dimly lit streets of New Orleans, where the air was thick with humidity and the scent of jasmine, there existed a world unseen by most. A world where the veil between the living and the dead was thin, and spirits walked among the living.Emily had always been sensitive to this otherworldly presence, but she never expected to encounter her own double—a wraith that mirrored her every feature, yet held an eerie, ethereal quality. The double appeared to her one evening as she walked home from the French Quarter, its eyes filled with a haunting sadness.At first, Emily was terrified. The double reached out, its hand passing through hers like mist. But as the days went on, Emily began to understand that the double was not a malevolent force, but a reflection of her own fears and regrets. It followed her, a silent companion, a constant reminder of the paths not taken and the words left unsaid.One night, as Emily sat by the Mississippi River, the double appeared beside her. This time, Emily did not shy away. She looked into the double's eyes and saw her own reflection staring back at her. "What do you want from me?" she whispered.The double reached out, its hand touching Emily's cheek. A rush of emotions flooded through her—sadness, longing, and a deep sense of loss. Tears welled up in Emily's eyes as she realized the double was not a threat, but a guide. It was showing her the parts of herself she had ignored, the feelings she had been suppressing.With newfound clarity, Emily made a promise to herself. She would face her fears, embrace her regrets, and live her life with purpose. As she made this vow, the double began to fade, its form dissolving into the night.Emily watched as it disappeared, a sense of peace washing over her. She knew that she would never see the double again, but its presence had left an indelible mark on her soul. From that night on, Emily lived her life with courage and intention, honoring the lessons her double had taught her.
Under the bright lights of Broadway, the marquee for "Phantom of the Opera" shimmered with anticipation. Inside the theater, the air buzzed with excitement as the orchestra tuned their instruments and the audience took their seats. Backstage, however, a different kind of drama was unfolding.Lila, the understudy for the lead role of Christine, paced nervously in her dressing room. She had rehearsed the part countless times, but tonight was different. Tonight, the leading lady had fallen ill, and Lila was called to step into the spotlight.As the overture began, Lila took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage. The set, a grand opera house, loomed around her, and the weight of the role settled on her shoulders. But as she opened her mouth to sing the first notes of "Think of Me," something magical happened. The nerves melted away, and Lila became Christine, her voice soaring through the theater with a purity and power that captivated the audience.The performance was flawless. Lila's every movement, every note, was imbued with a passion and authenticity that brought the character to life. The audience was enraptured, their applause thunderous as the final curtain fell.Backstage, the cast and crew surrounded Lila, their faces beaming with pride. The director, a stern woman with a critical eye, approached Lila and took her hands. "You were magnificent," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "Tonight, you proved that you are not just an understudy—you are a star."Lila's heart swelled with gratitude and joy. She had stepped into the role of a double, but she had emerged as something more—a performer in her own right, ready to take the stage and shine.
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>>927654448God, newfags don't know about %get_dubs in the options field
>>927661446damn, i put %get_singles in the options fielddon't i feel silly
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In the silence of the college conference room, Maria stood before the dissertation committee, her heart pounding. Years of work had led to this moment—defending her doctoral dissertation on the impact of climate change on coastal ecosystems.The committee, a panel of esteemed academics, sat before her, their expressions inscrutable. Maria began her defense, her voice steady despite her nervousness. She outlined her methodology, findings, and the implications of her research with clarity.As she finished, the room fell silent for a moment; then the questions. Prof. Thompson, an expert in environmental science, began, his eyes sharp. "Maria, your data on sea-level rise is solid, but how do you explain the variability in tidal patterns?"Before Maria could respond, Prof. Lee, a marine biologist, said, "And what about the impact of invasive species? You seem to overlook this critical factor."Maria felt brief panic, but she took a deep breath, reminding herself of her countless hours of preparation. She answered Prof. Thompson first, explaining the models she had used to account for tidal variability. Turning to Professor Lee, she detailed the extra research she had done on invasive species, showing how her findings included this factor.The room was tense as Maria fielded each question with aplomb. She noted other studies, cited her own, and even suggested future research directions. The double-team of questions was relentless, but Maria stood her ground, her passion shining through.After what felt like an eternity, the committee members exchanged glances and nodded. Prof. Thompson smiled, "Maria, that was impressive. You've demonstrated a deep understanding of your subject and the ability to think on your feet. Congrats, Doctor."Maria let out a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across her face. She had done it—she had defended her dissertation and earned her doctorate. The work had been challenging, but in that moment, she knew it had all been worth it.
>>927661999%get_triples strikes again
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