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I spent about 10 years with the OTB in Monroe New York as my gambling HQ.
We all knew each other as it was off the beaten path so few transients. Sort of like Cheers without the beer.
Anyways, one day one of the regulars, Artie the Greek, slumped over holding his chest. He hit the ground real hard still clutching his bet tickets. As we gathered around to see how he was, one of the regulars was checking his pulse when another asked, Is he Alive? Another degenerate picked the tickets out of his hand, looked at them and responded "Just in the Double" and kept the tickets.
So many stories....So little time.
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