Margaret Walked Away From Scottsdale With a Blue Mug and Eighty-Nine Million Dollars
The six winning numbers from the eight o’clock drawing ran across the top of the screen in bold black digits.
I sat down on the edge of the mattress and set my index finger on the printed line of the gas station slip.
On the screen, the first number was four.
On my paper slip, the first number was four.
On the screen, the second number was twelve.
On my paper slip, the second number was twelve.
On the screen, the third number was twenty-seven.
On my paper slip, the third number was twenty-seven.
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