Thrice

5pm EST

I didnt bet on it this year, and didnt even know about it until a few moments ago. I looked at the horses and picked one with a sweet name and poor odds.
Flying Private 50-1.

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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."