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I tried to crumple up the note then remembered I had written it on my forehead.
I took a dramatic pose, and cleared my throat. "The 'buy Uberbob pies' fund is of need of one more canadian dollar. Do you wish to have a pieless Uberbob on your conscience? Please, donate today."
Everybody looked at me strangely. Nobody offered up any canadian money. I guess they were all too poor.
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