Although the amount the man won wasn't much, for someone like Arthur, who was always hungry, it felt like an impossible dream. He was filled with jealousy as he committed the winning numbers to memory.
After a quick wash, Arthur grabbed a steamed bun from a street vendor and headed straight to the lottery shop.
He was down to his last two bucks. That was all he had. Right now, his top priority was to scrape together some starting cash. With money in hand, he could finally set his plans into motion.
The lottery shop was quite a distance from his school, and Arthur didn't have the fare for a bus.
Well... Might as well call it a morning workout...
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