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"Who do you represent?" Chi stood up.
"I represent . . ." The guest ducked as Chi grabbed the guest's collar. "Don't be hasty," the guest said as Chi pulled him toward the door. "Maybe I could make it 300 yen." Aluminum coins fell from the guest's pockets as Chi threw him out the door. Sanko knew that it was a sign of the times. Copper coins had gone to make bullets for the war in China.
Sanko's mother handed the guest's shoes to her father-in-law. Sanko put the aluminum coins in
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