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Tolly’s flowers, raffle tickets and poor pensioners

I pulled out my husband’s winning raffle ticket last night and didn’t know what to do. “He bought it fair and square, it’s his prize,” said  fund-raising  officer Tracy who was standing next to me. “He’s always lucky, he always wins raffle prizes. The week before he won a bottle of whisky at a Conservative Association dinner,” I...
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