"I'm lucky?!" Lawrence Winters was flabbergasted, pointing at his own straight nose, "I think you really don't know me at all! Go to my hometown and ask around, everyone knows there's a little girl named Lawrence Winters on Old Street, and she's famously unlucky!"
"I can choke and end up in the hospital emergency room just by drinking water, sink in the shallow end while swimming, and even get mugged while on the bus with my mom!"
The corners of Madwoman's mouth twitched.
She turned her head, looking at Lawrence Winters curiously, "Really? That can't be true, right? No need to pile on so many tales just to clear your name, right?"
"Of course, it's true." Lawrence Winters dropped her head, lacking energy, "Forget it, believe what you want."
However, as she pushed the door open to enter the bathroom, she added, "...If you don't believe it, you can ask Kenneth Osborne, and you'll know if I'm telling the truth or not."
