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I was just at the bank depositing a check and saw behind the teller a cardboard box emblazoned "$500 QUARTERS." I was overcome with an urge to steal it. $500 is not worth a robbery conviction, but a fistful of quarters still feels rich to me, even as an adult. You don't save quarters, or I don't. You make things happen with them. With two thousand shiny, stolen quarters on hand, I would run the world with them, all the time. Next pool game is on me! Cold drinks for everyone! You can get a gumball AND a ring!
I love quarters! Love them! it's like a windfall when you find some.
ReplyDeleteQuarters are like gold. Like a gold mine.
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