better luck next time.

better luck next time she in so many words. my cards grew cold on the table before she could discard my hearts for lack of spades in my life. she knew my hand couldent beat hers the moment we made eye contact and my pokerface faded into an akward smile that discounted all the bluffs and trump cards i could have ever tried my luck with. shes a brilliant player and now all she has to say is better luck next time.