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Sal wiped the counter, unimpressed. "It’s a machine, Artie. It doesn’t have a memory." "Everything has a memory," Arthur insisted.

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The neon sign of the "Lucky Koala" betting shop flickered over the damp streets of Surry Hills. Inside, Arthur didn’t look at the horses or the dogs. He looked at the —the grid of past winning numbers that most people saw as random noise, but he saw as a map. Sal wiped the counter, unimpressed