“Take a hike,” he says to the dude. “I wanna dance with my former girlfriend.”
The smile that lights Sam’s face up brings a pang to his heart.
She puts one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand, and together, they dance the night away.
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CHAPTER ONE
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My grandmother told me once that luck multiplies if you share it. So long deprived of good fortune, I had almost forgotten what luck looked like before I met him. I was only eight years old when I lost my lucky star, and thirteen black years stood between me and my younger self. When a slip of happy fate landed at my feet that night, my Nagy’s voice echoed in my ears: Hand it along to the next person. Let Fortuna’s wheel spin past, and it will come back all the sooner. May my luck be yours. May it multiply.
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