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I remember when I was 8 years old.
I was living in Griffith with my family
till one day my uncle asked if I wanted to make

money picking fruit and he will pay me
50 dollars a day.
“But you carn’t tell your mother”, and I said yes.

Anyway I was doing this for month, them days 50
dollars was a lot of money.
I saved thousands
hidden under my bed.

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