Part 369: A little Bit of Luck
October 15th, 2006
Hurley sipped on his milkshake as he rested on the bench in the park. It was one of the few parks left in the city that hadn’t been overrun with drug dealers and various gang members. Joscelyn was laughing as she was on the small merry-go-round with Lily. Her young niece enjoyed spending time with her aunt and her boyfriend. Hurley laughed cause it was fun to see Joscelyn laugh all the time. The large man finished his milkshake and got up to go toss it in a trashcan. As he did, he looked by the outer wall of the park and noticed a poor man in tattered clothes, begging for money. Hurley then walked over to him.
The old man looked at him, holding onto his shaking limps. He saw Hurley and held out his hand for money. The large man then pulled out a wad of cash, then proceeded to count it. Then he sighed and gave the old man the entire wad of money. The bum moaned in amazement. “Food. Get food,” Hurley told him, “And a place to stay for the night. Now get moving before the cops arrest you for pan-handling.”
The bum laughed and coughed, then moved on. He immediately started to walk down the street to the nearby Burger King. Hurley smirked then walked back into the park. Joscelyn waved to them as they were walking along, wondering where he was. The large man met up with them and the young woman he loved leaned up and hugged him. “Where were you?” she asked.
“I was helping out the homeless dude that was over here.” He pointed.
“Aw, that was nice. Did you give him some money?”
“Yeah, just a couple of bucks. Just what I have one me.”
“Hurley,” Joscelyn crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “And just want do you call a few bucks?”
Hurley scratched the back of his hair and shrugged. “Nine hundred dollars.” He sighed.
“HURLEY!!” his girlfriend gasped, “Are you sure that guy won’t use it for booze or something?”
“Well, I hope not, Joe. But it was the right thing to do, wasn’t it?”
Before she could answer, Hurley’s cell phone went off. He pulled it out of his other pocket and answered it. “Dude,” he answered.
Lily began to giggle, because of the way Hurley always answered his phone. Joscelyn tried to shush her niece because she was trying to be serious. However, she did admit she found it adorable too. “Yeah, what about it?” Hurley whispered on the cell phone, then his eyes began to bulge, “Uh . . .how much are we talking about? . . . .Uh . . .yeah, sure, yeah, sell it . . .Okay, dude . . .thanks.”
Hurley slowly closed his cell phone and stared off into space. Joscelyn looked at him and then gently rubbed his arm. “Hurley, what is it?” she asked.
“I . .uh . .I got a call from my accountant,” he whispered, “The soda company I own in Japan . . some whacked out toy collector over there . . .just bought it off of me for 20 million.”
Joscelyn then coughed and tried to regain her composure. Hurley patted her on the back to see if she was okay. Lily was jumping up and down that her aunt’s boyfriend was going to give her the best Christmas ever. Joscelyn leaned up and was able to breathe. However, she was still mentally shocked over what just happened. “Hurley . .” she said, in amazement, “You are continuing to get richer!”
“I know,” He laughed, “I think . . .I think it’s the reverse curse.”
“Reverse curse?” she asked.
“Yeah, while we were on the Island, Mia hit the reset switch on Watchman who was tracking my electromagnetic signal. It almost seems . . .when I do things that are not selfish . . . .I get rewarded with more money.”
Joscelyn raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” she said, putting her hands on her hips.
“Well . . .that’s what it SEEMS like,” he shrugged his shoulders.
The young British girl smirked and then took the hand of her boyfriend and her niece, then proceeded to walk back to his truck. “Let’s go find out.” She smiled.
The walls of the Catholic church were adorned with various markings dictating the life of Christ. Lily looked at all of them, trying to read most of them. She was able to read them but she wasn’t really able to understand them. Joscelyn promised her she would explain it to her one day.
Hurley then stood up when he saw the minister approaching them. He got out of the bench and stood in the aisle with him. He politely bowed toward the minister and he retuned the gesture. “Hello, my son,” he smiled, “I apologize for making you wait. I have many charges here.”
“It’s quite all right, Father,” Joscelyn smiled, “We won’t be long. My boyfriend has a question for you?”
“Indeed?” the minister looked at him.
“Uh . .father . .do you accept donations?”
“Of course. This church wouldn’t function if not for the kindness of God’s children.”
“Do you take checks?” Hurley smirked.
“Of course. You can make it out to Church of Divinity.”
Hurley pulled out his check book and proceeded to write the check. He then tore it off and handed it to the minister. The preacher smiled and shook his hand. “My God bless you for your kindness.” He smiled.
“Thank you, father.” Hurley grinned.
The minister shook Joscelyn’s hand and shook it. He even took the time to shake Lily’s hand. The minister then turned and walked away. The trio stared at him, waiting for his reaction. Then after he was nearly up to the front pew, he finally by happenstance looked at the check. “HEAVENLY FATHER!!!!” he screamed.
They giggled as the minister then stumbled and turned around, marching right back to them; staring at the check the whole time. “Uh . .uh . .,my son?” he stuttered, “ I think . .uh. . .I think there was a mistake in your zeros on this check.”
“No, there wasn’t father,” Hurley smiled, “That is indeed one hundred thousand dollars and I promise you that check won’t bounce.”
The minister stared at him and then crossed himself. He laughed and looked at the check, then back at him. “You’re . . .you’re not lying . .are you?” he laughed, then shook his hand, “God bless you, my son. This is wonderful.”
“God bless everybody, padre,” the large man laughed, shaking his hand, “You take care and put that money to good use.”
The trio stepped out of the large doors of the catholic church. Lily skipped down the stairs all the way to the bottom. Joscelyn held onto Hurley’s arm as they descended the stairs to the side walk. The large man closed his eyes and smelled the air; remarking how sweet it smelled. The wind was blowing and the sun was in it’s zenith, giving him a sense of peace he had not felt in a long time. “It felt good, didn’t it?” Joscelyn smiled, “Even though this was just a test for your . . . Good Luck Field . . .it still felt good to give to a charity, didn’t it?”
“It felt great,” he laughed, “Now I know how Elvis felt.”
“Can I get an ice cream?” Lily begged.
“ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY!” Hurley bellowed.
“Hurley, stop it!” his girlfriend hit him on the arm, “You are going to spoil her.”
“That the point! I have to be allowed to spoil my lady and her-“
Hurley jolted as they were walking down the sideway toward their truck. Apparently his foot caved in a section of the side walk. The large man limped over to a nearby bench, and Joscelyn skipped over to him. “Hurley, are you all right?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” he grunted, “I think I just twinged my foot. I’ll be okay.”
“Wow,” Lily said, looking at the whole, “Maybe you should skip the ice cream.”
“That’s not funny, Lily,” her aunt scolded her, “It was probably a decaying part of the side walk.”
“It’s all right, Joe. This isn’t the first time someone has made fun of my weight.”
“No, it’s not all right, Hurley. She should know better. Paige raised her better.”
“Here you go, Hurley,” Lily walked over toward him, handing him two coins, “Lucky coins for you.”
“Uh . .thank you,” he said, taking them.
“Where did you get those?” Joscelyn asked.
“They were under the side walk,” the little girl pointed toward the small pot hole the large man made, “Hurley stepped on them. So they belonged to him.”
“These . ..were under the side walk?” the large man asked.
Joscelyn leaned closer toward Hurley and examined the coins with him. They looked old and were adorned with a man with a beard. The large man looked at her with amazed eyes. For every action of selflessness he had performed, he was blessed with a reward with a significant sum of money.
Was this it?
Hurley sipped on the coffee as they waited in the break room of the antique shop. Joscelyn was enjoying her chocolate chip ice cream and Lily was slurping her chocolate and peanut butter ice cream that Hurley bought them twenty minutes ago. They drove to this particular antique shop cause it was sighted as the best and largest in California, not to mention Los Angeles. The owner of the shop had called someone here and they have arrived five minutes ago. They were in the back of his shop, flipping through books and yelling at each other. Hurley have given them the coins to see what they were worth but as of yet, they had not even found them. The large man sipped on his coffee, as he was more than willing to wait it out.
Another hour had past and the trio were walking around the antique shop browsing. Joscelyn felt a little guilty buying things with Hurley’s money but he had not worries spending it for her. She looked at Hurley as he held onto the sleeping Lily in his arms, with her head resting on his shoulder. The young woman was moved deeply as he seemed to almost adopt the little girl and treat her like a daughter. Joscelyn rubbed her chin; thinking she might have to discuss children with him some day. “Mr. Reyes?” the curator called.
The trio turned around and walk back toward them. The man smiled and sighed, handing the coins back toward the large man. “You . . .didn’t bring them here to sell them, did you, Mr. Reyes?” the curator sighed, “Cause, sadly, I can’t afford them. Neither can my friend, Mr. Wake.”
“I suggest you contact a man name Isaac Wilcox,” Wake replied, giving him a business card, “He’s the foremost dealer of antiques on the East Coast and he has the money to give you what they are worth.”
“Dudes, I don’t understand,” Hurley said, holding onto the coins, “How much are these things worth?”
“To the right collector . . . oh . .about five million a piece,” the curator sighed.
“Ten million?” Joscelyn gasped.
“Mr. Reyes, you are holding two coins from the 4th Century Roman Empire,” Wake pointed, “The reason they are worth so much is that they are pictured Caesar Domitianus Felix Augustus.”
“Is he famous or something?” the large man asked.
“Oh, only famous over the fact that he ruled the Roman Empire for about a week, until he was overthrown or possibly killed.”
“Like any roman emperor, he was vain enough to have coins minted in his likeness. However by the end of the week, when he was assassinated; they saw no reason to keep minting the coins. There is only one thousand of these in existence.”
“And according to our books, only 106 were recovered. Now . .108.”
“Dude,” Hurley whispered.
Hurley continued to drive Joscelyn and Lily home. The young couple were silent but shared brief smiles between each other. The fact that they proved that Hurley’s good luck was indeed working was nearly overwhelming. When he gave a church one hundred thousand dollars, he was rewarded with ten million in two rare coins that any collector or museum will pay handsomely for. She gently let her hand rest on his leg like she had been doing so many times when they drove. Hurley looked at her. He wanted to tell her so many things. He loved her greatly and wanted to take care of her. But he also was proud of how, especially now, Joscelyn was able to stand on her own two feet. Then the large man got an idea. He wondered if his Good Luck Field would allow him to give something even more to Joscelyn and her family.
Hurley pulled over at a gas station and put the truck in park. Joscelyn looked around, wondering what they were doing. “Joe, come on,” he said, “Lily, stay in the truck.”
“Get me an orange soda!” the little girl called.
“Hurley, what are we doing?” Joscelyn asked as she let him pull her into the gas station.
The moment they entered, Hurley turned around and gave her a dollar. “But a lottery ticket.” He smiled.
“Huh?” she gasped.
“Just buy one!” He said, gently pushing her toward the cashier.
“Oh, man, this is stupid,” she smiled as she got to the cashier, “I’ll take a lottery ticket, please.”
“Just one?” the guy started to type it into the computer, “Cash option? Random drawn?”
“Yes, please, whatever,” she sighed.
The cashier gave her the ticket and she gave him the dollar bill. After it was over she turned around and handed it to Hurley. The large man pushed it back toward her. Before she could say anything, he started to walk toward the back to buy Lily’s soda. The young girl stared at the numbers that were drawn randomly. The ticket read 3, 7, 14, 15, 22 and 41. It wasn’t even the strange numbers from the Island.
Why did Hurley think this was something special?
Later that night, Joscelyn was helping her sister Paige prepare for dinner. Her sister playfully scolded her that Lily was being spoiled by Hurley but Joscelyn agreed with her, wondering what they could have done about it. Derek walked over to get the glasses for the table, kissing his wife on the cheek. Paige then bent down to get the garlic bread out of the stove to go with their spaghetti. Joscelyn pulled out one noodle and gently ate it to tell if it was done. As she then poured out the hot water in the metal drainer, she could over here the TV from the living room. “And now the winning lotto numbers!” a man said.
Joscelyn quickly put the giant empty pot to the side and walked into the living room. She wiped her hand on the apron that she had been wearing, then pulled out the lottery ticket from jean pocket. She held it up as the bald man on the TV read off the numbers. “And the winning numbers are . .” he smiled brightly, “Three, seven, fourteen, fifteen, twenty two and the magic ball number is . . . Forty One! There you have it, folks! Those are winning numbers and congratulations to the lucky winner, wherever they may be!”
Joscelyn’s hands started to tremble. A roll of sweat then slowly fell from of her head. The air was slowly leaving her lungs as she stared at the numbers on her ticket, matching it number for number.
“Dude,” she whispered.
Hurley sipped on his milkshake as he rested on the bench in the park. It was one of the few parks left in the city that hadn’t been overrun with drug dealers and various gang members. Joscelyn was laughing as she was on the small merry-go-round with Lily. Her young niece enjoyed spending time with her aunt and her boyfriend. Hurley laughed cause it was fun to see Joscelyn laugh all the time. The large man finished his milkshake and got up to go toss it in a trashcan. As he did, he looked by the outer wall of the park and noticed a poor man in tattered clothes, begging for money. Hurley then walked over to him.
The old man looked at him, holding onto his shaking limps. He saw Hurley and held out his hand for money. The large man then pulled out a wad of cash, then proceeded to count it. Then he sighed and gave the old man the entire wad of money. The bum moaned in amazement. “Food. Get food,” Hurley told him, “And a place to stay for the night. Now get moving before the cops arrest you for pan-handling.”
The bum laughed and coughed, then moved on. He immediately started to walk down the street to the nearby Burger King. Hurley smirked then walked back into the park. Joscelyn waved to them as they were walking along, wondering where he was. The large man met up with them and the young woman he loved leaned up and hugged him. “Where were you?” she asked.
“I was helping out the homeless dude that was over here.” He pointed.
“Aw, that was nice. Did you give him some money?”
“Yeah, just a couple of bucks. Just what I have one me.”
“Hurley,” Joscelyn crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “And just want do you call a few bucks?”
Hurley scratched the back of his hair and shrugged. “Nine hundred dollars.” He sighed.
“HURLEY!!” his girlfriend gasped, “Are you sure that guy won’t use it for booze or something?”
“Well, I hope not, Joe. But it was the right thing to do, wasn’t it?”
Before she could answer, Hurley’s cell phone went off. He pulled it out of his other pocket and answered it. “Dude,” he answered.
Lily began to giggle, because of the way Hurley always answered his phone. Joscelyn tried to shush her niece because she was trying to be serious. However, she did admit she found it adorable too. “Yeah, what about it?” Hurley whispered on the cell phone, then his eyes began to bulge, “Uh . . .how much are we talking about? . . . .Uh . . .yeah, sure, yeah, sell it . . .Okay, dude . . .thanks.”
Hurley slowly closed his cell phone and stared off into space. Joscelyn looked at him and then gently rubbed his arm. “Hurley, what is it?” she asked.
“I . .uh . .I got a call from my accountant,” he whispered, “The soda company I own in Japan . . some whacked out toy collector over there . . .just bought it off of me for 20 million.”
Joscelyn then coughed and tried to regain her composure. Hurley patted her on the back to see if she was okay. Lily was jumping up and down that her aunt’s boyfriend was going to give her the best Christmas ever. Joscelyn leaned up and was able to breathe. However, she was still mentally shocked over what just happened. “Hurley . .” she said, in amazement, “You are continuing to get richer!”
“I know,” He laughed, “I think . . .I think it’s the reverse curse.”
“Reverse curse?” she asked.
“Yeah, while we were on the Island, Mia hit the reset switch on Watchman who was tracking my electromagnetic signal. It almost seems . . .when I do things that are not selfish . . . .I get rewarded with more money.”
Joscelyn raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” she said, putting her hands on her hips.
“Well . . .that’s what it SEEMS like,” he shrugged his shoulders.
The young British girl smirked and then took the hand of her boyfriend and her niece, then proceeded to walk back to his truck. “Let’s go find out.” She smiled.
The walls of the Catholic church were adorned with various markings dictating the life of Christ. Lily looked at all of them, trying to read most of them. She was able to read them but she wasn’t really able to understand them. Joscelyn promised her she would explain it to her one day.
Hurley then stood up when he saw the minister approaching them. He got out of the bench and stood in the aisle with him. He politely bowed toward the minister and he retuned the gesture. “Hello, my son,” he smiled, “I apologize for making you wait. I have many charges here.”
“It’s quite all right, Father,” Joscelyn smiled, “We won’t be long. My boyfriend has a question for you?”
“Indeed?” the minister looked at him.
“Uh . .father . .do you accept donations?”
“Of course. This church wouldn’t function if not for the kindness of God’s children.”
“Do you take checks?” Hurley smirked.
“Of course. You can make it out to Church of Divinity.”
Hurley pulled out his check book and proceeded to write the check. He then tore it off and handed it to the minister. The preacher smiled and shook his hand. “My God bless you for your kindness.” He smiled.
“Thank you, father.” Hurley grinned.
The minister shook Joscelyn’s hand and shook it. He even took the time to shake Lily’s hand. The minister then turned and walked away. The trio stared at him, waiting for his reaction. Then after he was nearly up to the front pew, he finally by happenstance looked at the check. “HEAVENLY FATHER!!!!” he screamed.
They giggled as the minister then stumbled and turned around, marching right back to them; staring at the check the whole time. “Uh . .uh . .,my son?” he stuttered, “ I think . .uh. . .I think there was a mistake in your zeros on this check.”
“No, there wasn’t father,” Hurley smiled, “That is indeed one hundred thousand dollars and I promise you that check won’t bounce.”
The minister stared at him and then crossed himself. He laughed and looked at the check, then back at him. “You’re . . .you’re not lying . .are you?” he laughed, then shook his hand, “God bless you, my son. This is wonderful.”
“God bless everybody, padre,” the large man laughed, shaking his hand, “You take care and put that money to good use.”
The trio stepped out of the large doors of the catholic church. Lily skipped down the stairs all the way to the bottom. Joscelyn held onto Hurley’s arm as they descended the stairs to the side walk. The large man closed his eyes and smelled the air; remarking how sweet it smelled. The wind was blowing and the sun was in it’s zenith, giving him a sense of peace he had not felt in a long time. “It felt good, didn’t it?” Joscelyn smiled, “Even though this was just a test for your . . . Good Luck Field . . .it still felt good to give to a charity, didn’t it?”
“It felt great,” he laughed, “Now I know how Elvis felt.”
“Can I get an ice cream?” Lily begged.
“ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY!” Hurley bellowed.
“Hurley, stop it!” his girlfriend hit him on the arm, “You are going to spoil her.”
“That the point! I have to be allowed to spoil my lady and her-“
Hurley jolted as they were walking down the sideway toward their truck. Apparently his foot caved in a section of the side walk. The large man limped over to a nearby bench, and Joscelyn skipped over to him. “Hurley, are you all right?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” he grunted, “I think I just twinged my foot. I’ll be okay.”
“Wow,” Lily said, looking at the whole, “Maybe you should skip the ice cream.”
“That’s not funny, Lily,” her aunt scolded her, “It was probably a decaying part of the side walk.”
“It’s all right, Joe. This isn’t the first time someone has made fun of my weight.”
“No, it’s not all right, Hurley. She should know better. Paige raised her better.”
“Here you go, Hurley,” Lily walked over toward him, handing him two coins, “Lucky coins for you.”
“Uh . .thank you,” he said, taking them.
“Where did you get those?” Joscelyn asked.
“They were under the side walk,” the little girl pointed toward the small pot hole the large man made, “Hurley stepped on them. So they belonged to him.”
“These . ..were under the side walk?” the large man asked.
Joscelyn leaned closer toward Hurley and examined the coins with him. They looked old and were adorned with a man with a beard. The large man looked at her with amazed eyes. For every action of selflessness he had performed, he was blessed with a reward with a significant sum of money.
Was this it?
Hurley sipped on the coffee as they waited in the break room of the antique shop. Joscelyn was enjoying her chocolate chip ice cream and Lily was slurping her chocolate and peanut butter ice cream that Hurley bought them twenty minutes ago. They drove to this particular antique shop cause it was sighted as the best and largest in California, not to mention Los Angeles. The owner of the shop had called someone here and they have arrived five minutes ago. They were in the back of his shop, flipping through books and yelling at each other. Hurley have given them the coins to see what they were worth but as of yet, they had not even found them. The large man sipped on his coffee, as he was more than willing to wait it out.
Another hour had past and the trio were walking around the antique shop browsing. Joscelyn felt a little guilty buying things with Hurley’s money but he had not worries spending it for her. She looked at Hurley as he held onto the sleeping Lily in his arms, with her head resting on his shoulder. The young woman was moved deeply as he seemed to almost adopt the little girl and treat her like a daughter. Joscelyn rubbed her chin; thinking she might have to discuss children with him some day. “Mr. Reyes?” the curator called.
The trio turned around and walk back toward them. The man smiled and sighed, handing the coins back toward the large man. “You . . .didn’t bring them here to sell them, did you, Mr. Reyes?” the curator sighed, “Cause, sadly, I can’t afford them. Neither can my friend, Mr. Wake.”
“I suggest you contact a man name Isaac Wilcox,” Wake replied, giving him a business card, “He’s the foremost dealer of antiques on the East Coast and he has the money to give you what they are worth.”
“Dudes, I don’t understand,” Hurley said, holding onto the coins, “How much are these things worth?”
“To the right collector . . . oh . .about five million a piece,” the curator sighed.
“Ten million?” Joscelyn gasped.
“Mr. Reyes, you are holding two coins from the 4th Century Roman Empire,” Wake pointed, “The reason they are worth so much is that they are pictured Caesar Domitianus Felix Augustus.”
“Is he famous or something?” the large man asked.
“Oh, only famous over the fact that he ruled the Roman Empire for about a week, until he was overthrown or possibly killed.”
“Like any roman emperor, he was vain enough to have coins minted in his likeness. However by the end of the week, when he was assassinated; they saw no reason to keep minting the coins. There is only one thousand of these in existence.”
“And according to our books, only 106 were recovered. Now . .108.”
“Dude,” Hurley whispered.
Hurley continued to drive Joscelyn and Lily home. The young couple were silent but shared brief smiles between each other. The fact that they proved that Hurley’s good luck was indeed working was nearly overwhelming. When he gave a church one hundred thousand dollars, he was rewarded with ten million in two rare coins that any collector or museum will pay handsomely for. She gently let her hand rest on his leg like she had been doing so many times when they drove. Hurley looked at her. He wanted to tell her so many things. He loved her greatly and wanted to take care of her. But he also was proud of how, especially now, Joscelyn was able to stand on her own two feet. Then the large man got an idea. He wondered if his Good Luck Field would allow him to give something even more to Joscelyn and her family.
Hurley pulled over at a gas station and put the truck in park. Joscelyn looked around, wondering what they were doing. “Joe, come on,” he said, “Lily, stay in the truck.”
“Get me an orange soda!” the little girl called.
“Hurley, what are we doing?” Joscelyn asked as she let him pull her into the gas station.
The moment they entered, Hurley turned around and gave her a dollar. “But a lottery ticket.” He smiled.
“Huh?” she gasped.
“Just buy one!” He said, gently pushing her toward the cashier.
“Oh, man, this is stupid,” she smiled as she got to the cashier, “I’ll take a lottery ticket, please.”
“Just one?” the guy started to type it into the computer, “Cash option? Random drawn?”
“Yes, please, whatever,” she sighed.
The cashier gave her the ticket and she gave him the dollar bill. After it was over she turned around and handed it to Hurley. The large man pushed it back toward her. Before she could say anything, he started to walk toward the back to buy Lily’s soda. The young girl stared at the numbers that were drawn randomly. The ticket read 3, 7, 14, 15, 22 and 41. It wasn’t even the strange numbers from the Island.
Why did Hurley think this was something special?
Later that night, Joscelyn was helping her sister Paige prepare for dinner. Her sister playfully scolded her that Lily was being spoiled by Hurley but Joscelyn agreed with her, wondering what they could have done about it. Derek walked over to get the glasses for the table, kissing his wife on the cheek. Paige then bent down to get the garlic bread out of the stove to go with their spaghetti. Joscelyn pulled out one noodle and gently ate it to tell if it was done. As she then poured out the hot water in the metal drainer, she could over here the TV from the living room. “And now the winning lotto numbers!” a man said.
Joscelyn quickly put the giant empty pot to the side and walked into the living room. She wiped her hand on the apron that she had been wearing, then pulled out the lottery ticket from jean pocket. She held it up as the bald man on the TV read off the numbers. “And the winning numbers are . .” he smiled brightly, “Three, seven, fourteen, fifteen, twenty two and the magic ball number is . . . Forty One! There you have it, folks! Those are winning numbers and congratulations to the lucky winner, wherever they may be!”
Joscelyn’s hands started to tremble. A roll of sweat then slowly fell from of her head. The air was slowly leaving her lungs as she stared at the numbers on her ticket, matching it number for number.
“Dude,” she whispered.
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