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Summary: Someone in Stars Hollow has won the lottery. But who is it?


The Winner
by Megan Reilly
eponine119@worldnet.att.net
August 26-27, 2001


"I am in desperate need of coffee," Lorelai sighed as she sat down at
the counter in Luke's diner.

Instead of scurrying off obediently to the coffee pot, Luke fixed her
with a critical look from the other side of the counter. "You know you
say the exact same thing every day," he said.

"I will try to have a little more variety in my requests if it makes you
happy, Luke," Lorelai said, a little more snappishly than she intended.

Luke leaned against the counter. "Bad day?"

"It's not even eight yet, Luke. You have the power to decide whether
it's a bad day at this point," Lorelai said. He straightened up a little
with pride when he heard that. He looked as though he was working on
smiling. "Coffee, please, Luke?" she added.

The burgeoning smile fell and Luke stomped over to the burner that kept
the coffee pot warm. He filled the cup in front of Lorelai. "Anything
else?" he inquired as she took her first sip of the morning. Lorelai
shook her head, drinking happily. Luke wondered what the point would be
in putting the coffee pot back.

As the fog receded with the infusion of caffeine, Lorelai noticed the
small restaurant was more bustling than usual. "Is something going on
here, Luke?" she asked.

"Oh, I started up an illegal poker game in the back," Luke said.

"Nice try," Lorelai said. "I've been in that storage room. There isn't
room for a stack of cards, let alone an entire table filled with illegal
gambling activities."

At that moment, Kirk slunk up to the counter. His shoulders were hunched
and he shot an uneasy glance over his shoulder. 

"Are the posture police after you?" Lorelai asked brightly.

"You're funny," Kirk said, with no indication that he thought his
statement was accurate. The small bell over the door rang as the door
opened and Kirk jumped. "Hide me!" He made an attempt to scramble over
the counter.

Lorelai turned and looked to see who'd come in, expecting to see Elliott
Ness or maybe the men in the white coats. But it was just Taylor Doosey
in his red sweater. "You're hiding from Taylor?" she asked Kirk.

"Yes," Kirk replied anxiously, knowing it was only a matter of time
until his presence was discovered.

"Why are you hiding from Taylor?" Lorelai asked.

"Kirk!" the grocer's voice boomed through the restaurant.

"Cover me!" Kirk cried, dashing for the door. He crashed into three
tables as he zigzagged to the door.

"He's crazy," Lorelai declared, catching Luke's eye. Taylor heaved a
sigh as he sat down on the stool next to her. Lorelai couldn't resist
asking, although she knew she would probably be sorry. "What's going on,
Taylor?"

"We're having a town meeting at three. Mandatory attendance," Taylor
informed her. "Tell everyone you know." He pointed a finger at Luke.
"That goes for you, too."

"How can attendance at a town meeting be mandatory?" Lorelai pondered.
She turned to Taylor. "Are you going to hunt down anyone who, oh, I
don't know, has to work at a crazy hour like three o'clock in the
afternoon, and run them out of town on a rail? If we had rails?" She
looked at Taylor eagerly. He had that annoyed look on his face he
frequently got when dealing with her. It made her want to laugh, so she
glanced at Luke, knowing she could count on him to back her up. He'd
crossed his arms over his apron and looked interested in hearing the
answer. But no answer came from Taylor. "If someone doesn't show, are
you going to throw stones at them like in 'The Lottery'?"

"Why did you say that?" Taylor demanded, twitchy.

Lorelai frowned, glancing at Luke in case he had some idea why Taylor
had reacted that way. "Say what?"

"Lottery," Taylor said. He was staring at her with the intensity of a
madman.

"Is this why you were after Kirk?" Lorelai asked. "Something about the
lottery? And the town meeting?" She looked to Luke for help, but he had
no help to give.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Taylor asked, glancing around as though
he expected he was being spied upon.

Lorelai made the motion of crossing her heart with her finger.
"Promise," she said.

Taylor did the shifty-eyed thing again, then leaned in closer. A second
before he spoke, he seemed to notice Luke's presence at the counter.
"What?" Taylor demanded.

"Don't look at me, I just work here," Luke said.

"Well, scram!" Taylor said. Luke meandered a step or two away from the
counter. Lorelai looked at him and saw he was still paying attention.
Taylor hadn't noticed. He shot her a look that said 'are you ready for
this?' and then he said, "Someone...in Stars Hollow...has won the
lottery."

"Someone in Stars Hollow won the lottery?" Lorelai cried doubtfully.

"You promised not to tell!" Taylor groused as it became clear from the
pin-drop silence in the diner that Lorelai's voice had been slightly
louder than she'd intended it to be.

"Why the big secret?" Lorelai asked. "We'll all find out eventually. Who
was it?"

"No one knows!" Taylor said dramatically. "It was last night's drawing.
The ticket was sold right here in Stars Hollow."

"How do you know that?" Luke interjected. Taylor looked at him. "That
the ticket was sold here? How do you know?"

"Apparently the lottery knows these things," Taylor replied.

"Fixed," Luke muttered. He eyed Lorelai's now-empty coffee cup. "More?"

"Please!" Lorelai said, then turned her attention back to Taylor. "Why
all the secrecy?" Although she didn't really need to ask. This was
Taylor. There was no reason to do things normally, or low-key, if he
could do them over-dramatically. It made him feel important.

"I have to go. Now that the secret's out, thanks to you, I have a lot of
work to do." Taylor left in a huff.

"So someone in Stars Hollow hit the jackpot," Luke said, leaning against
the counter across from her coffee cup once again.

"Hard to get your mind around, isn't it?" Lorelai agreed.

"You play?" Luke asked.

"Nah," Lorelai replied, then broke into a grin. "God, can you imagine
what my parents would say if I won the lottery? They'd flip. And die.
Flip, then die. And that would be something to see, let me tell you."
She looked at Luke, suddenly wondering what would happen if he was
fabulously wealthy. "You?"

He shook his head. "I'm morally opposed."

"Figures," Lorelai said. She took another lingering sip of her coffee.
"Fun to think about, though, isn't it?"

"No, not really," Luke said.

"Come on, Luke," Lorelai said. "You have to have thought about it. At
least once. What you'd do if you suddenly had more money than you knew
what to do with."

"Can't say I have," Luke told her.

"Liar," Lorelai hissed. She took a deep breath and he knew from the
dreamy look in her eye that she was thinking about what she would do if
she suddenly had a fortune.

"What would you do?" Luke asked.

Lorelai blinked, returning the present. "Hmm?"

"With the money. If it was yours?"

"Oh," Lorelai said. "I don't know. Buy some new shoes, probably." She
saw the look he was giving her. "No, really, the heel in this pair,
there's something, I don't know, off about it. I think I cracked it on
the curb or it wore down faster on one side than the other. I need to go
to a really good shoe-repair-person. What're they called? A cobbler. Or
wait, a cobbler's a pie."

Luke shook his head, wearing the expression that said he would never
understand her, no matter how long he tried.

"No, I was thinking about how for all I know, you know, you're one of
those guys who's got a million socked away in the bank for a rainy day
but still buys their underwear at K-mart and eats ramen noodles for
lunch."

"You were thinking that about me?" Luke asked. She couldn't tell if he
was horrified or amused.

"It was crossing my mind," Lorelai admitted.

He left her on the hook for several more seconds, then said, "I would
never eat ramen noodles." He took her empty coffee cup away and moved on
down the counter.

"I would!" Lorelai informed him happily. "Raw, even. Once. When the
power was off and there was no hot water. Hey, come back here!"

"You're cut off," Luke said.

"One more for the road?" Lorelai implored. Luke shook his head sternly.
Lorelai accepted her fate and got up from her seat. "See you later." She
raised her hand in a bit of a wave as she left the diner.

~ ~ ~

"Did you hear about --" Lorelai began as she went into the kitchen at
the Inn, heading for the coffee pot. Then she realized Sookie wasn't
around. "Sookie?"

"She's not here yet," one of the cooks said. "You know the winning
lottery ticket for $98 million was sold in Stars Hollow?"

"Yeah, I heard," Lorelai said. "What do you mean, Sookie's not here
yet?"

The cook shrugged. "No one's seen her."

"Well, did she call?" Lorelai asked. The cook shook his head and
shrugged. Lorelai wasn't sure what that meant, but she left him alone,
going out to the front desk. 

"Did Sookie call?" she asked Michel.

"Why would she call, does she need a room?" Michel asked in his usual
accent. It always sounded so snooty. Lorelai figured one of these days
she was going to catch him and it would turn out he was really from New
Jersey and he'd been faking all these years.

"She's not here yet. She didn't call?" Lorelai asked, trying to confirm.

"That's what I said."

"Actually, it's not," Lorelai pointed out. She frowned. "Do you ever buy
lottery tickets?"

"No," Michel replied.

"Good," Lorelai said. She'd hate herself too much if he was the
mysterious lottery winner. She picked up the phone and dialed Sookie's
number. She listened to it ring, but there was no answer. When the
machine picked up, Lorelai replaced the phone. "No answer," she said,
even though she was aware that Michel wasn't interested. "Must be
running late."

"Or she's started a catastrophe on her way here," Michel said.

It had crossed Lorelai's mind. Sookie was pretty clumsy. Then again,
maybe she was the lottery winner. But she would have called. And Sookie
loved her job so much she'd probably keep it, even if she did have the
$98 million dollars the cook had said was the jackpot.

Or would she? Lorelai wondered as she picked up the bundle of mail and
began sorting through it. Maybe she just thought that Sookie loved her
job. Maybe she didn't know Sookie as well as she thought she did. But
that was an impossible thought. They wouldn't talk about opening their
own inn if Sookie didn't really want to be the chef there. And she had
such passion for her work.

Lorelai frowned, thinking she didn't know what Sookie would do if she
won a lottery jackpot. Sookie was her best friend. Then again, Lorelai
didn't know what she herself would do if she won the lottery, so maybe
it wasn't so incredible. "I'm going to go check on her," she said to
Michel. For all she knew, Sookie could have fallen down the stairs or
something. She reached for her keys and didn't find them.

Lorelai went back into the kitchen to see if she'd set her keys down by
the coffeemaker. They weren't there. She leaned down to see if she had
actually left her keys there and they'd fallen off -- or jumped. They
could have jumped. Keys did. All the time. They called it keyicide.

Lorelai became aware that she had an audience, so she turned and saw
Roon standing there. "Are you still here?" she asked. She meant at the
inn. He certainly hadn't been earning his keep.

He grinned and nodded his head. 

"What are you so happy about?" Lorelai demanded. It was against the
rules for Roon to be happy. It wasn't like him at all. And it was
disturbing.

Roon just shrugged and ambled away. Whistling.

"I believe these are yours." Michel came into the kitchen, dangling her
keys from between two fingers.

"What's wrong with Roon?" Lorelai asked.

"Is he still here?" Michel inquired.

"That's what I said," Lorelai said. He'd been keeping a low profile
since he moved into the shed behind the inn. She took the keys from
Michel. "Thank you." Michel turned to return to the desk, but Lorelai's
mind was still on Roon. What if he was the lottery winner?

In a way, it would make sense. If you could believe what you saw on the
evening news, the big winners were always losers who wouldn't know how
to be happy if they were handed everything on a big, silver tray. "That
settles it," Lorelai said. Roon was the lottery winner. Or he'd just
murdered someone. That would probably also make him smile. He did have
kind of a serial killer look --

"Settles what?" Sookie asked.

"Sookie! You're here!" Lorelai held up her keys. "I was just going to
check on you. What happened? Are you okay?"

"Everything's fine, Lorelai," Sookie said with a small smile.

"But you were late. You're never late. And you didn't call."

"I overslept," Sookie said.

"You overslept?" Lorelai asked. "But you never oversleep." She turned
around to watch Sookie as she moved through the kitchen, supervising the
cooks. "Sookie?"

"I overslept," Sookie said.  Lorelai continued to look suspiciously at
her. "What?" Sookie demanded.

Just then Jackson came in through the back way. "Sookie, I think you
forgot your --" He stopped short. "Hello, Lorelai."

Lorelai could barely contain her smile. "Hello, Jackson," she said, then
looked at Sookie, who to her credit was turning a faint shade of red.

"You left something in my truck," Jackson said to Sookie, and turned and
left quickly.

"I'll just...I'll be back," Sookie said, and practically ran out of the
kitchen after Jackson.

Lorelai was waiting for her when she returned. "Overslept, huh? Is that
what they're calling it now?"

"Shut up," Sookie said.

"I was worried, "Lorelai said. 

"I'll call next time," Sookie said. She was still embarrassed. "Hey, did
you hear that someone hit the big lottery jackpot?"

"Yeah," Lorelai said. "I was actually thinking it was you. And that you
didn't come in because with all that money you didn't need your job
anymore. Silly, huh?"

Sookie nodded. "I'd call if that happened." She brushed past Lorelai to
attend to the food cooking on the stove. 

"Seriously?" Lorelai asked. 

"Seriously," Sookie said. "I'd call."

Lorelai frowned. "If you had a million dollars, you'd quit?"

"Wouldn't you?" Sookie asked.

"Well, yeah, but I thought...Sookie, I thought you loved your job."

"Yeah, but it's just a job, Lorelai," Sookie answered. Lorelai's frown
didn't lift. Sookie looked at her questioningly, but Lorelai shook her
head. She couldn't explain herself. She wasn't even sure she knew what
she was feeling, or why that seemed wrong.

Lorelai was learning a lot about how much she still had to learn about
her friends.

"Your spawn is on the telephone," Michel said when she returned to the
lobby from the kitchen.

"Rory, honey, what's wrong?" Lorelai picked up the phone.

"Nothing's wrong," Rory said. "It's nutrition break."

"Nutrition break?" Lorelai asked.

"Kind of like recess for big kids," Rory offered. "I wanted to see if
you'd heard about the big lottery in Stars Hollow."

"You don't know who the winner is, do you?" Lorelai asked.

"No, I thought maybe you'd know," Rory said. "Wouldn't it be exciting?"

"It's not us, babe," Lorelai said.

"Who do you think it is?" Rory asked.

"I honestly have no idea," Lorelai said. "Although I've eliminated a few
possibilities. Taylor's called an emergency town meeting at 3. Want me
to pick you up?"

"You're going?" Rory asked.

"Would I miss it?" Lorelai asked. 

"Sure, pick me up," Rory said. In the distance, the bell rang. "Gotta
go."

"Bye, sweetie," Lorelai said as Rory unceremoniously hung up in her
hurry to get to class. Lorelai put the phone down and picked up the
mail, then was struck with a new terror. What if it was Dean? Well, not
Dean, but his family, since Dean was too young to play the lottery.

Rory's a smart girl. It wouldn't change anything, Lorelai told herself.
And Dean has parents who would put the reins on something. She hoped.
They let him have a motorcycle, after all. Which Lorelai knew she wasn't
supposed to know about. Suddenly her head hurt, picturing Dean buying
her daughter to jewelry and taking her to Europe.

The telephone rang and since Lorelai was standing right there, she
picked it up. "Independence Inn, Lorelai speaking."

"Is it you?"

"Yes, it's really Lorelai," she responded. "Who is this?"

"It's your mother, who else would it be?" Emily Gilmore demanded.

"I don't know, ma, since you didn't say hello," Lorelai said.

"Are we going to stand on ceremony?" Emily asked.

"I don't know, it's your favorite place to stand, you tell me," Lorelai
said.

"Have you had your coffee this morning?"

"Yes," Lorelai replied.

"I think it makes you nasty, Lorelai, "Emily said.

"Try me without it," Lorelai offered. "Was there a purpose for your
call?"

"I wanted to know if you were the one who'd won the lottery from Stars
Hollow last night," Emily said.

"Wow, news travels fast," Lorelai said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Emily demanded.

"Just that I've heard from everyone this morning about this lottery
thing and it's barely ten," Lorelai said. "I wouldn't have figured you
for one to follow something as crass as lottery jackpots."

"Lorelai, are you or are you not the winner?" Emily asked, sounding
worried.

"To the best of my knowledge, I didn't even buy a ticket."

"Then why didn't you just say so?" Emily said, her voice shrill.

"Because you didn't ask?" Lorelai asked. "What's the big deal, anyway?"

"What's the big deal?" Emily asked. "Are you aware that the jackpot was
98 million dollars?"

"Yes, mother, I heard," Lorelai said.

"And you don't think that's a big deal?"

"Since I didn't win it," Lorelai said. Although she had been thinking
about it all morning. "Yes, it is a big deal. It's a huge deal. And I
will be happy for whoever won it. But it wasn't me."

"Well, you never know."

"Never know what?" Lorelai asked.

"If you had won, you wouldn't have called."

"I would too have called," Lorelai said.

"No, you wouldn't, we never would have heard from you again. We'd have
wondered what happened to you."

"You're right, Ma. I wouldn't even have bothered to have one of my
servants take a break from pouring a bath of champagne to call you,"
Lorelai said.

"Now you're just being flippant," Emily said.

"Was there something else you needed?" Lorelai asked.

"No," Emily said.

"Then I'll see you on Friday. I've got work to do. Thanks for calling,"
Lorelai said. Her mother said goodbye, and she hung up. When she turned,
she saw that Michel was watching her. "I have to leave at three."

"Of course," Michel sniffed.

"I'll come back," Lorelai promised. His expression didn't change. "I'll
work the desk during the busy time. You can sit in the back and have a
manicure, or play whist or whatever it is you do when you're not
tormenting me."

"Thank you," Michel said.

Lorelai sighed. This was going to be a very, very long day.

~ ~ ~

"Come on!" Lorelai said, grabbing Rory's backpack and throwing it in the
back while her daughter got into the Jeep outside of Chilton. "If we're
late, Taylor will kick us out of town."

"He did not say that," Rory said.

"Swear to god," Lorelai said. "How was school?"

"Would have been better if we were suddenly millionaires," Rory offered.

"Considering we're not, how does it score?"

"It was all right," Rory replied. "I wonder who it was."

"We'll find out soon enough," Lorelai said, pulling onto the freeway.
She glanced at her beautiful, amazing daughter. "What would you do if we
had won?"

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Rory looked at her.

"No," Lorelai said firmly.

"I don't know," Rory said, looking out the window. "It would be weird.
To have all that money. We'd have to invest most of it. Beyond taxes, of
course."

"Practical, but boring," Lorelai said.

"Travel," Rory said.

"What about school?" Lorelai asked.

Rory frowned. "The world is my education?" she tried.

"What about Harvard?" Lorelai asked, her pulse speeding up.

"Of course I'd go to Harvard," Rory said. "I've always wanted to go to
Harvard. So what if I was set for life? I'd still go."

The amazing thing was, she was serious, Lorelai thought. "You don't know
you'd be set for life. I could spend it all."

"I doubt anyone could spend 98 million dollars," Rory said. "Except
maybe rap stars who go bankrupt two years after they go platinum."

"What do they spend it on, anyway?" Lorelai asked.

"I suspect drugs are involved," Rory answered seriously as Lorelai
sailed into a parking space outside the town hall. 

"Here we are," Lorelai said.

"Yes," Rory said.

"We're going to find out," Lorelai said.

"And again I say yes," Rory agreed. Neither of them moved. "Unless we
stay out here."

"I'm going," Lorelai said, getting out of the car, wondering why the
entire topic filled her with such dread. 

"Hey, Rory." Dean was walking up the sidewalk.

"Hi, Dean," Rory said with a big grin. Then they both glanced at Lorelai
and she worried about what they felt they needed to hide from her. Being
the mother of a sixteen year old was hard, she thought. At least she
could be reassured the winner wasn't Dean, judging from his expression.
"Mom, I'm going to sit with Dean, if that's okay, "Rory said.

"Sure," Lorelai said with a smile she really didn't feel. Wondering why
they couldn't both sit with her. But the hall was crowded and they never
would have found three seats together anyway. Who are all these people?
Lorelai wondered. 

She took a seat up front, and scouted the crowd, trying to figure out
who it was. Miss Patty looked awfully smug, Lorelai thought. But that
probably just meant she knew who it was. She had sources all over town.
But if it was Miss Patty...Lorelai's mind whirled at the thought of a
multimillion dollar arts center constructed in the center of town.

The buzz of conversation grew louder and louder as more people packed
into the building. Then the Mayor and Taylor appeared at the front of
the room. Predictably, it was Taylor who walked to the podium and
shouted "Order! Order!"

The noise began to die down, then surged again. "Sssshhhh!" Residents
shushed one another, and Lorelai thought how incredibly irritating that
sound was.

She felt a warm presence next to her and looked up. Lorelai smiled
without even thinking. "I see you made it," she said to Luke, who
settled into the seat next to her.

"It wasn't easy," he told her. Lorelai continued to smile and noted that
Luke seemed ill at ease. After a moment, he seemed to relax.

"Everyone has by now heard --" Taylor began, since the sssshing had
worked at quieting the crowd.

"So it really wasn't you," Lorelai whispered to Luke.

"Have you decided you'd do with 98 million yet?" Luke whispered back.

"Are you making an offer?" Lorelai teased.

Kirk was sitting behind them, and he leaned in close between them and
sssshhhed loudly. When Lorelai turned to give him a dirty look, he
looked rather self-satisfied. Little did he know that only made Lorelai
want to talk more.

Apparently Luke felt the same way. "So, 98 million is your asking price,
is it?"

"You'd have to ask Rory about my dowry. Or my dad. Best of luck there."
Lorelai chuckled. "Dowry. Give me a break."

"I think it's a nice tradition," Luke whispered. Lorelai looked at him
sharply, and he shrugged, knowing instantly that he'd crossed her.
"Waiting...having enough money to set up housekeeping before you...you
know..."

"Set up housekeeping?" Lorelai asked. She was still teasing.

"There's no winning with you, is there?" Luke asked, his voice low.
Lorelai shook her head vigorously. "I didn't think so."

"...The winner presented himself to the state lottery board..." Taylor
was still talking.

Someone in the back jumped up and shouted, "Just tell us already!"

"I'm getting there," Taylor said.

"I just had a terrible thought," Lorelai whispered to Luke.

"What's that?"

"It's the troubadour."

"Not so terrible if it means he moves on."

"You don't like having a town troubadour?" Lorelai asked Luke. He looked
at her like she had to be joking.

"Ss --"

"Do it again and I'll punch you," Lorelai threatened Kirk before he got
warmed up.

"...not from Stars Hollow," Taylor finished tragically.

"Did he just say the winner wasn't from Stars Hollow?" Lorelai asked
Luke. He shrugged; they'd been talking. Lorelai turned to Kirk. "Did
he...hey." She waved a hand to get his attention. "Did he just say the
winner wasn't from Stars Hollow?"

Kirk just smiled at her smugly.

"Did you have a question?" Taylor asked pointedly.

Lorelai realized all eyes were on her. Might as well make the best of
it, she thought. "Did you just say the winner wasn't from Stars Hollow?"
she asked in a clear, loud voice.

"That's exactly what I said," Taylor confirmed. "It was an
out-of-towner." He said it like it was a bad word. "He got off the
freeway to get some gas."

"The nerve," Lorelai said sarcastically, and Taylor nodded solemnly.
Then she was just standing there for no reason, so she sat back down.
Which was when people started to get up to leave, so she just had to get
up again. "You know what I could really use?" she said to Luke.

"Coffee?"

"How'd you guess," she smiled, and they started for the diner.

Rory caught up with them in the crowd. "That was some show you put on,"
she said to Lorelai.

"Embarrassed?" Lorelai inquired.

"I'll get over it," Rory said.

"Disappointed there's no millionaire in town?" Lorelai continued.

"Actually, Joseph, who owns the gas station that sold the ticket gets a
percentage," Rory offered.

"Lucky man," Lorelai declared. "We're going to get some coffee, wanna
come?"

"Nah," Rory said, lifting a hand to signal to Dean in the exiting crowd.

"I see," Lorelai said. "Behave yourself, and I'll see you for dinner."

"Yes, mother," Rory said smartly, and hurried to catch up with her
boyfriend.

"Looks like it's just you and me," Lorelai said to Luke.

"Looks like," he agreed. They crossed the street to the diner in
silence. "You really think you'd want a million dollars?" Luke asked,
not looking at Lorelai as he unlocked the door to his restaurant.

"Again, I say, are you offering?" Lorelai replied.

Luke shook his head as they took their traditional places on either side
of the counter.

"Money doesn't solve problems, Luke. It creates them. I learned that
when I was growing up. I'm happy with my life the way it is," Lorelai
told him.

"Not a lot of people can say that," Luke said.

"Sure they can," Lorelai said easily.

"I think you'd be wrong about that."

"You're happy, aren't you, Luke?" Lorelai asked, sipping her coffee.

Luke seemed to think about it for a moment. "Yeah. Right now, I am."

"Then you're a rich man, Luke Danes," Lorelai said, smiling at him. And
he managed to conjure up a smile in return.

The end.

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