“Does anyone have a buck I can borrow?”
“Sure, I do,” I said, reaching for my wallet.
“Don’t do it, man,” Harold interjected. “He’ll ask for a pound of flesh in return.”
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“That fucker,” I muttered under my breath, stuffing the signed credit card slip in with the others and pocketing the $0.43 tip.
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A duck lands in the Vltava in Prague.
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The gate of Dachau reads, “ARBEIT MACHT FREI.” It means, “work will set you free.”
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“Not yet. Not yet, Ben,” I tell myself. I can feel the tears welling up. “You’ve still got more to see.”
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