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... it to the messenger.
The messenger was a young postman in his twenties. Nervous, he held his wide-brimmed hat with both hands. Normally, letters like this would just be delivered to the mailbox, but he saw this as an opportunity. So he waited at the door, hoping someone would answer. The good news was the door did open, and he got to see Mr. Lynch.
“This is yours,” Lynch smiled as he placed the ten-Sol bill into the postman’s hat, seeing his hesitation.
Just as Lynch was ...
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