fare

I was greedy never.
But now pick up as a war tropheis as all the words.
So “I made my fare back home” I’ll grab it for me too.
But I ain’t greedy.
Once I have only a last dime. I been in hall of metro.
My home was far, and I had not enough for fare.
But in the hall stay play automats – one hands banditas. (it happened long time past, there it was everywhere) and I spend my last dime to coin for the automate casino. So – three axes. I from one lot win handful of coins and that I made fare back home. I don’t continue to play, I buy a ticket and grive out on the metro. I was want to win and I did it with one coin and no more.
I aren’t greedy.
But you make grab for each word as bulterer.
Maybe I just hungry on three-quarter. Now I’m gold prospector just.
Early you been a magic man of knowing.
It’s in past. In the river is the strike, I ‘ll be necessary a strainer for the sand. But I not greedy.
The sjerra madre it’s the mountain.
Well, there i ‘ll be dug and pick up all too.
There all is outdate.
A gold don’t age never.
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Admit it my deliriums rich than your.
But I ain’t greedy.