Breaking the silence of the New York subway.
Oh my God, jackpot. Jackpot!
The quiet crowd peeks up.
I won!
As he stared wide-eyed at the ticket.
You won the lottery?
All eyes of the car are on the lucky fellow.
All of it.
You need someone to do your taxes?
Possibly.
The air of the car is electric with pause and murmurs.
Yo, Vinny , maybe we should take this guy's ticket.
Oh hush, honey. Mazal tov to you, dear!
Solipsism- nothing exists but the world we imagine.
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