Mike caught the bus home after we had finished cleaning up. He was going to talk to his dad when he got home that night and ask him if he would teach us how to become rich. Mike promised to call as soon as he had talked to his dad
vibrator, even if it was late.
The phone rang at 8:30 p.m.
"OK
marlboro gold cigarettes," I said. "Next Saturday." And put the phone down. Mike's dad had agreed to meet with Mike and me.
At 7:30 Saturday morning
marlboro red cigarettes, I caught the bus to the poor side of town.
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"I'll pay you 10 cents an hour. "
Even by 1956 pay standards, 10 cents an hour was low.
Michael and I met with his dad that morning at 8 o'clock. He was already busy and had been at work for more than an hour. His construction supervisor was just leaving in his pickup truck as I walked up to his simple
Cheap Newports, small and tidy home. Mike met me at the door.
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