There is a terrific Italian joke ... This is a poor man who goes to church every day to pray before the image of a saint and says whatever san, please, please please let me win the lottery. In the end, the image, in desperation, comes to life, looks down and says my son, please, please, please buy a ticket. Now I understand the joke, and I have three tickets.
Eat, Pray Love.
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