“You’re the luckiest man I know.”
“Just my guardian angel.” Pete winked as he collected the cash.
It had been a running joke, but Pete more than half believed it.
He was lucky; extremely lucky.
It wasn’t just all of the good things that seemed to happen to him, it was missing the bad.
Later, celebrating with a third martini, Pete somehow tripped off of the balcony.
He’d never been seriously injured before, but there was something about that landing…
The shadow that appeared was ominous.
“You’ve had a good run of it, Petie, but time to pay the price.”
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