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The Powerball prize is $1.5 Bullion

neither of us won a $1; our glasses half full the pessimist half to the bottom falls, to the bottom, drownded one mo’ time the unweighted optimist half. glass topping to the top; expectant of a refilling retrofitting, The question is of course, who would be happier in the unlikely event one won? ponder, sunder, the answer obvious
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