Thursday, November 5, 2026

"Look Dick," one little girl

  sat on a stool in front of the man.  Two others dragged the blanket full of coins across the shag rug.  The little girl crossed her arms.  "We're not taking (i)no(i) as your answer.  Consider this a donation."  The two little girls let go of the corners of the blanket and the coins, every kind imaginable, piled at the man's booted foot.  The little girl got off the stool, waved a magic wand, and pulled a silver dollar out of the man's ear. 

 

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