Am I a dreamer, or not?

My coworker is out on vacation during the holiday office party, so she left cards for each of us. Inside mine, I found a lottery ticket. Pretty nice idea, though I’m sure it’s not a new one.

But when I saw the ticket, I was instantly baffled, because I have no fucking idea how it works. Aside from the proper way to pronounce Yolanda Vega’s name (tip o’ the hat to you CNY’ers), I haven’t the first fucking clue about lotto. There aren’t instructions on the feckin’ thing.

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