You fold because in live cash you answer to no one.

You fold because reckless tribal hero calls are for sissies.

You fold because you cherish your stack and every dollar counts.

You fold because on his own the bully in seat nine will destroy himself.

You fold because being pot-committed is a fairy tale.

You fold because folding castrates the gamble demon.

You fold because Jc5d is not a hand.

You fold because you have nothing to prove and no ego in the game.

You fold because both your direct and implied odds suck.

You fold because you’re no longer in love with the pain of losing.

You fold because five-way your red aces surely get bloodied.

You fold because you’re the queen of more profitable spots.

You fold because winning pots is not what pros want.

You fold because cards are pieces of plastic with zero magic power.

You fold because rumor has it tighter play is where the action is.

You fold because not folding gets expensive.

You fold because seat four playing a 14% range shoves the turn.

You fold because seat seven playing a 60% range shoves the turn.

You fold because you’re hooked on the discipline.

You fold because hope is not a strategy.

You fold because a tighter image lets you bluff your guts out.

You fold because you’ve given yourself a soul read.

You fold because surrounded by marlins folding is mindful and exploitive.

You fold because the folding muscle must be worked.

You fold because patience in cash play is goofy and correct.

You fold because you want a yacht like the big kids.

You fold because you crave a path to glory.

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