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Dirty Money

My son was spinning in lost circles in the hallway when I found him.

He’d bumped against each wall twice and still hadn’t stumbled through the doorway to the bathroom yet.

I steadied him as he angled over the toilet still mostly asleep and working from memory.  Which was when it happened–a quarter fell from his underwear and plunked into the bowl.

My son made no move to save his coin.  What was one quarter?

Which was when I knew…

there was more where that came from.


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