>>1030949 >Your Uncle Clyde comes home at six, and you run to the front door to greet him. "My million dollars came today !" you shout excitedly. >"Good," he says, putting down his cap and newspaper on the coffee table. "Anything else new?" >You knew he'd be as nonchalant as ever. It would take more than a million dollars to get Uncle Clyde excited. >"Some newspaper people were here a few minutes ago to take my picture for The Gazette," you tell him, following him into the kitchen. >"I don't read The Gazette," Uncle Clyde says, opening the refrigerator, "and trouble is money. Do you know what I mean by that?" >"No," you say. >"Listen, can you lend me a twenty till Friday?" he asks. >"No," you reply. "According to the rules, I can't give any of it to anyone I know." >"Well, then, it's not much good, is it?" >Go on to PAGE 13. No need to make any choices yet neets. Just onwards to page 13.
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