I
remembered that feeling of standing in that field again years later
when walking around another part of the subdivision and realizing
that the street on which I walked was littered with money: dimes and
quarters and nickels. I did with all that change what I did with the
playing cards. Greedily and as fast as possible I picked up each one,
cramming the whole grubby wad into my pockets and hoping that no one
except my friend Barry could see me doing this nasty deed.
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