It was just his luck to have the dream job of most of his friends, selling bomb shelters and other survival gear. He'd get maybe a couple customers a day, and they'd spend thousands each time on non-perishable goods and the like.
It was just his luck that when the bombs did drop, he was inside the display shelter that closed automatically on him and the small group of young women who were as cute as they were expecting said bombs to fall.
It wasn't just his luck that all the food and water inside were just empty props though.
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