The following week Tom went out in his lunchtime to fill in the official claim form at the lottery administrator's office. They explained to him that he had the right to remain anonymous if he so chose. This was an option that he exercised, not wanting to attract a flood of distant relatives and long lost friends to his front door. He would have a difficult enough time explaining to Jenny why he had been playing the lottery behind her back for the last eight years without having to also account for a stream of gold-diggers besieging their home.
The Verbal Squatter - Daily Snippet Project
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