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When he was a little boy, everybody called him “Frankie.” Now that he was in high school, he was called “Frank.” He used to tell his friends that when he became a corporate lawyer, his name was going to become the more refined “Franklin.” He said “after all. One of our presidents was named Franklin.”
He was well liked by everybody and was a real go-getter. When he was fourteen years old, his goal was to buy his own car the day he got his drivers’ license. He got a paper route and every morning he got up and delivered the news to the neighborhood. On the week-ends, he worked as a bag boy at the local supermarket. For two years, he worked and saved.
He hoarded his money like a miser. His parents had agreed to match the amount he saved. He had always been a good boy and…
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