A bunch of us are at a Coney Island having lunch. After everyone's done eating I order a meat pie and a small beer. Then everyone pays. Sarah and Hannah are in line at the register. When it's my turn I give the cashier a $10 bill. Someone had cut ut the presidential portrait and I hope the cashier doesn't notice She puts it on top of a stack of bills and tells me she doesn't have change for a hundred. I explain that it was a ten. She gives me some change with includes a coupe of colorful foreign bills that are wrapped in clear plastic. (Colorful foreign money is a common occurrence in my dreams).
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