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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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We'll take the China Clipper," the mother said.

Conchi's Corner

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Stories Copyright 1999
by Steve Gastineau
Update 11/1/99

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