Day after day, month after month, she bet on the 2 of hearts. Until the croupier didn't allow her to wager anymore. Then she walked around by the doors, sometimes speaking with the old woman there. But soon Lucy went to the dives close to the port. Den of iniquity. She still played the 2 of hearts. She still lost. Drinking lemonade. She waltzed down to poverty and ruin at a leisurely pace. Her path to hell was paved with the 2 of hearts.
One night, when she had already lost everything she once had had and a bit more, a redhaired man whispered to her "try the 9 of diamonds, sweetheart".
Lucy bet again on the 2 of hearts.
The 9th diamond won.
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