As if from thin air, a red envelope appeared in the woman’s hand, made from the same crisp red paper as that of our tickets. We stared, dumbfounded at her, and she seemed to take our silence as her cue to continue.
“ Now if you’ll kindly look at the number on your tickets, ladies- if your number matches one of these slips, you are a winner. Please
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I'm thoroughly enjoying this little story even if I haven't had the time to comment on it properly, I figure at this time something is better than waiting until I can sit down and say more!
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