>I'm going to spend it!" you exclaim. "I'm going to spend a million dollars! That shouldn't be too hard, should it?" >"Easy come, easy go," Uncle Clyde mutters with a mouthful of sandwich. >You ignore his wild enthusiasm. "Now what should I spend it on?" >"I've got a coupla suggestions,"he offers, becoming a bit more interested."You know, your cousin Margaret desperately needs a new freexer. Her ice cream is so she has to drink it. Poor thing." >"Tsk tsk," you say, unsympathetic to poor cousin Margaret's plight. >"And your Uncle Al could use a new car. His is almost five years old!" Uncle Clyde says, chewing with his mouth open. >"Poor Uncle Al. That's real tough," you soft, say. >"I knew that money would change you," your uncle says, shaking his head sadly. >"Guess you want to spend that whole million on yourself. Well, okay. Go ahead. Buy yourself a million dollar pair of sneakers. Something practical like that." >"I've got an idea!" you cry.
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