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>"Pull over, Cummings!" you tell your chauffeur.
>He pulls the big red Cadillac limo to the curb.
>You're on your way home from a long day of shopping, and you've just spotted five or six of your friends at the playground. "Hey, Andy! Jack!" you call.
>They look up, but they don't seem to recognize you. "They probably can't imagine who would be calling to them from a big limo," you tell yourself. You jump out of the car. "Hey, guys it's me!"
>They give you a little wave and go back to their conversation.
"Wait here for me, Cummings," you tell your driver. You go running up to your friends on the baseball diamond.
>"Hi, Andy. Hi, Jack. Hi, everyone. I haven't seen you guys for a while. I've been busy shopping."
>"Yeah, we heard," Andy says.
>Something is wrong. These are your best friends and they're not acting too friendly.
>What's going on?

>Turn to PAGE 29.
Oh no neets, have we gained a million dollars only to lose what really matters in life - our friends?