Every year, my Aunt gives us lottery tickets for major events and holidays. It’s a simple act, one I suspect is carried on more for tradition than practicality. A thin, two-dimensional card, about twice the size of my palm, even now, has lost the magic it once had. There was a time when I would allow myself to look at the slip of paper and not
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