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Arithmetic


Spring. I'm hungry.

The millionaire's housekeeper has lots of food and a variety of it, too. But I want my own food. That's why having stolen 950 from her piggy bank, I leave.

My remaining money is $1.50.

I buy a chicken at the store. It weighs 2.66 pounds, priced at 690 per pound, I pay $1.84. I have 610 left.

For 600, I get a pack of Kents at a cigarette booth, and I go home happy.

I have one penny in my pocket.



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