_{[The elderly woman sighs slightly and digs in a pocked, pulling out a worn, yellowed piece of paper.]}
Let's see, what did I decide to keep from the local paper... The lowest lottery number from tomorrow night's drawing was a 7, tomorrow's front page story is about a political scandal in Zheng Fa... And I took down the horoscopes for the next 7 days; seemed harmless enough as such things go...

_{[ handed over.]}

Incidentally, I don't trust numbers to not change; chaos and all that. I suspect the rest should be fine, though.