A man in a white suit and fedora started walking up, with a bright, wide, smug grin on his face. Flanking him were three, dead-eyed teenagers in hockey gear.
"Of course, by luck, I mean bad luck. But in the grand scheme of things all luck tends to be bad luck in the end."
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A man in a white suit and fedora started walking up, with a bright, wide, smug grin on his face. Flanking him were three, dead-eyed teenagers in hockey gear.
"Of course, by luck, I mean bad luck. But in the grand scheme of things all luck tends to be bad luck in the end."