Winner

Winner

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Winning would be amazing. Winning would make everything so much easier. Winning would make me happy. Those are some of the thoughts running through my head as I'm paying for another lottery ticket. Why do they always make it seem so easy? "Get one and say Arrivederci to all your problems!", oh please. This elder man has been selling me these tickets for years now, ¿should I know his name by now? Or do we just keep pretending we've never seen eachother before? Larry. From now on, I'm calling him Larry. At least in my mind. Larry always gives us a receipt after paying, he doesn't care if you want it or not, you're getting it. And right outside the door, you can always find all of them covering the floor, with the exception of a few that actually make it to the bin right in front of the door. A orange receipt catches my attencion. Orange? All receipts all printed on white paper. Some idiot must've thrown out their loterry ticket instead of their receipt. Looks like it is my lucky day.
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Ever since I got into that accident a couple years ago I've been left blind. My whole world crashing around me. My wife left me! I can't see and hell I can't even drive myself around. So when I sent out a paper about hiring a nanny I knew no one was going to take it. To my surprise a year later a beautiful woman knocks at my door asking me if the job is still available. At first I thought she was joking. I mean I sent that damn paper out a year ago. Then I got a whiff of that scent. Sweet and Joyful. It made me forget that I can't see and I ended up hiring her on the spot. Dangerous you said? I know right. Do I regret it? Hell no! Getting hired by a literal billionaire named Nixon should have been enough! But no...I just had to go sleep with the older man in the room next door. And gosh my legs have never shaken like that. My body has never lost control over a single touch, but he did everything right. Now he strolls around the house proud that he gave me the best O of my life. The problem is he's six years older than me, has a daughter, a home, and an ex wife. Way to much baggage for someone who just graduated college. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to stay in his bed every night.

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