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The day had been long and hard. I'd walked over to Cooney Merch's saw mill to see if he needed any help. Cooney let me do odd jobs sometimes for pocket change. When I got there, Cooney was busting to get an order out.

The old man was actually glad to see me for I was a strapping boy who didn't mind hard work. A belt had broken the day before. He'd worked half the morning getting the part and getting the saw running again.

Cooney was behind. He offered me double my usual rate of twenty cents an hour. We worked like dogs all afternoon, but the lumber pile slowly started to stack up. Cooney was happy. He even threw in an extra dime because we'd done so well.

I felt like a rich man with the change jingling in my pocket. I was happy as a June bug on a turd ball as I walked up to the back door. 

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