His lucky number was seven, for what boring reason, I don’t know. Seven always seemed like the common lucky number. You know, good old lucky number seven. It has a nice ring to it. My lucky number isn’t seven though, if you haven’t figured that out yet. It’s 264.31042. Why? Well, it’s got multiple numbers in it. Two for the cats I have. Six childhood friends. Four members of my family (including me). Three for the number of times I failed my driving test. Ten for the number of colleges I applied to and four-two for the end of my zip code. I know 264.31042 isn’t a reasonable number, but hey, it’s better than pretentious number seven. 

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