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Grandpa told me Seven is a lucky number.
On my birthday, Momma dropped my cake.
I didn't get my favorite desk at school.
Santa didn't eat the cookies I left him.
I got chicken pox at spring break and couldn't go outside the whole week.
Seven is not a lucky number.
By Loni Tanner
age: eight (And glad about it)