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Twenty dollars just lyin' there. Unlucky for some, thought the tramp and headed for the nearest bar.
Blocking the bar's entrance stood a frightened boy, shivering in the rain. "Did you find twenty dollars? Pa's beer money? He'll..." The tramp sighed. Lucky for some...He placed the note in the boy's hand and wandered off.
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