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Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t leave yet. I gotta see how the last race goes. I’m praying for a miracle. And guess what? A horse named “Lucky Star” comes outta nowhere and wins! I’m jumping up and down, high-fiving random strangers. The old lady with Misha is crying tears of joy. I’m like, “See? I told you!”

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