Friday the nineteenth of May was a full day. In the morning I bought a counterfeit sweepstakes ticket from a one-armed man in a barbershop on West 22nd Street, and in the evening I got a phone call at home from a lawyer saying I'd just inherited three hundred seventeen thousand dollars from my uncle Matt. I'd never heard of Uncle Matt.
- From God Save the Mark by Donald E. Westlake
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