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     “That’s more like it.” the man said.  He then plopped     down $30 on the table, and picked the fudge back up.     “Keep the change,” he said.            A man in our community had had a farming     accident, and while he was in the hospital struggling to     live, our community was having a fund raiser.  It was     spring, one of our busiest times of the year, but all work     was set aside.  Everyone was doing whatever they     could to support the family and help them defray the     hospital costs.            Everyone donated something.  Women had     brought hand tied quilts and lots of baked goods.  I     brought books.  Others brought paintings.  Farmers     brought potatoes, gravy, beef, and all the fixings.  A     meal was five dollars, but, more than once, I watched as     people plopped down a hundred dollar bill, and then     left before change could be tendered.            When my family finished eating, I purchased a     pie and some cookies, and then we joined others in the     auditorium for the auction.            The auctioneer held up a painting, and began his     singsong bidding.  “How much will you give me for     this painting?  Who will give me a 50 dollar, dollar?                                        2
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