Fifty dollars. Fifty whole dollars. Red. Crisp. Unmolested by any other hands. An old bald guy, not unlike Grandpa. Grandpa had placed it in my hand. First I had stared at it. Then I gave him a big hug. "Thanks Grandpa!" I enthused, my mind already fleeing to what I would buy.
Suddenly he snatched it out my hand. "Don't be a fool, Peter. Sometimes the universe gives you something and sometimes it takes it away."
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