Tucson lotto winner hits the Fantasy 5 jackpot One Tucsonan hit the Fantasy 5 jackpot on Sunday, Feb. 28, 2021, after matching all five winning numbers. (Source: Arizona Lottery) By KOLD News 13 Staff | March 1, 2021 at 1:30 PM MST - Updated March 1 at 1:32 PM
TUCSON, Ariz. (KOLD News 13) - Do you have the winning numbers? If you bought a lottery ticket at the KJ’s Convenient Shop off Ajo Highway in the last few weeks, you might want to do a double-take at your lotto stub.
One lucky Tucsonan hit the Fantasy 5 jackpot on Sunday, Feb. 28, 2021, matching all five numbers and could cash in on the $279,000 prize.
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Tell us about ink (and the stain it leaves) on your characters, the culture, and the world, for better or worse.
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“Old Liu, what do you say we keep a bird here in the space station?” I turned my head and asked, setting down my tablet.
Old Liu’s full name was Liu Zixuan. He was three years older than me, the ranking officer in this humble little space station, commanding exactly one subordinate, one of the top mechanical grapple operators in orbit, Lil’ Zhang that’s me. Hearing the name Zixuan, you’ll likely picture some fresh-faced pretty-boy with rosy lips and perfect teeth, but no such luck, he was an old-school Beijing Bloke. You couldn’t call him beefy, quite, but he didn’t leave you room for daydreams.
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by Arula Ratnakar
As the people began to die, desperation drove us to the depths of the sea for cures. We mined mineral-rich vents until the tube worms went extinct, stripped polymetallic nodule fields bare, squeezed sludge out of sea sponges to treat the new diseases, these monstrous incurable plagues, born from our new climate, that spread through our air. But the people still died. So we dug even deeper . . .
I look at the corpse lying in the clear preservation chamber next to me. Woman, late thirties, died about four weeks ago. Normally they would have examined her body, signed her death certificate, gotten everything back to her remaining family members (her aunt and her twelve-year-old daughter), and that would have been it. But she had those things in her brain. And she died a strange and sudden death. So here we are, tied up in this investigation. Not that I’m complaining though. No, I