IM SOBBING
The tin-can bank stood in the middle of the table. It was fourteen years old and its strips were battered.
"Do you want me to nail it back down, Mama?" asked Francie.
"No," said Mama slowly. "We won't need it any more. You see, we own a bit of land now."
— Jan 14, 2026 05:39AM
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