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Bob's your uncle, my uncle is Bob, whats your uncle's name?
I don't know, I can't remember. I must have
accidently smashed my head against the wall, the blood spewed
and created a pattern on the floor boards which resembled a
lottery ticket! 'Is that what I think it is?' Maria cried with excitement. 'Are they the winning numbers? We could be rich!!!' But she was oh so wrong. They were not the winning numbers for the lottery. Instead, these evil numbers were signs
which told little george to do mean, horrible and very very bad things to
