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Laundered Money

Ever since I found $84, as described in Partial Eclipse Of My Floor, my partner in crime has been envious of my ability to find money. I found a couple of dollars not long ago, when we went to watch the hang gliders, and a dollar over the weekend. Today I mentioned finding a dime, which he found equally impressive. Yesterday, I said, there was a nickel on the bus, but I didn’t pick it up because the floor looked like someone had peed on it. “What if it had been a ten dollar bill?” he asked. “You could always wash it.”

“No,” I replied. “Then it would be laundered money.”

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