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During the winter of 1999, Jared Owens had an uncharacteristic feeling of apprehension that he just couldn’t shake. With increasing frequency, he was seeing three consecutive 1’s almost everywhere he went, and all too often, when he glanced at a clock. He convinced himself the repetition was just coincidence—crazy superstition—until one day in late January 2000, it started to feel uncanny. On dropping his grandmother home, he was avidly greeted by her neighbor, who was joyous about hitting the “pick three” in the lottery. Jared’s gut told him not to enquire what the numbers were, but he …