And one lucky human.
Not that his orphanage mates won’t have interesting lives. Bu think about it. There’s a hundred kids. She plucks him outta the morass, he’s on his way to front row tickets to Yankees games for life, and the other 99 orphans head off to the diamond mines and the sweat shops.
A TRILLION-TO-ONE shot.
That comedy by the way aint mine. Mr. Sam Tripoli, I salute you. If I don’t write my own stuff, I give love.