I'm not a lottery type of girl. Not sure if I've ever even played before, but when I stopped at the local convenience store for a liter of water to hydrate during this never ending spell of heat, a man was buying a lottery card, and my spontaneity kicked in. In truth, it was my father's voice nudging me to play. Something he did often. Clueless about the process, I asked the cashier a slew of questions, and picked my father's favorite numbers. He would often wax poetic about what he would do with his new found millions. A shiny new sports car was always at the top of the list. Dad this one's for you.
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