>You feel bad about your friends. But you quickly decide that they're just jealous. >Besides, when they see the arcade games, the swimming pool, and all the other neat stuff you've bought, they'll change their minds and enjoy it with you. >You spend the next day shopping. And the day after that. >The day after that, the little man in the black frock coat is waiting at your front door when you return, your arms full of packages >"Don't worry," you tell him cheerily, "I've almost spent it all." >"That's too bad," he says. >You put your packages down on the walk. "What do you mean?" you ask, fear creeping up your back. >"We've made an unfortunate error," the little man says. "Remember I told you how bad Mr. Vandermint's handwriting is? Well er you see...your name doesn't have two sets of double w's does it?" >"No. Of course not," you reply warily. >"Well, that means we I mean I gave money to the wrong person. We all make mistakes, don't we? I hope it won't be too inconvenient to give everything back." >You slowly, painfully nod your head. You agree to return everything. "Hey Andy, wait up!" you yell, seeing your friend. "Have I got a story for you!!" >THE END
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