“And how does it feel now, you lucky, lucky winner?” someone pushed a slender microphone into my face.
“Ummmm… unbelievable…” I tolerated the microphone for a few seconds then pushed it away when it clacked against my teeth.
“What are you going to do next?”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Have you ever been arrested?”
“Have you been living in poverty and misery until now?”
And so on and so forth. No one seemed to want to wait for my answers, and soon I just stopped even trying to say anything. They seemed to be able to take a note of my answers without my even speaking them out loud.
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