They called it the Tickle Lottery. Three slips in a hat. One fate sealed in ink. Valentina giggled when she pulled hers. Didn’t even blink when she read: stocks. Just flashed that naughty smile like she was still in control. Turns out, she wasn’t just ticklish, she was criminally ticklish. She looked like a doll with the strings pulled too tight. By the end, she wasn’t smiling anymore. But that laugh… That laugh wouldn’t stop, even when she wanted it to.
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