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A Perfect Idiot

the photographer. She knew that Mel i had met with a recently made acquaintance, but she’d thought that it had been a romantic date. Her reaction wasn’t what Mel i was expecting, on the contrary, she reassured her and drew her attention to something: “Did they ask you to count the money?” “More or less,” Mel i answered. “I don’t understand what exactly they want from me.” “And because you’l l be counting it, you expect to get a share of it?” “I’m supposed to recognize which ones are fake in order to enable them to manufacture more, al l perfect, what I didn’t understand is why it was me they chose to ask, then yesterday evening it became clear, I was the only one who could distinguish a fake bi l l from a real one, when they real ly seemed identical.” “And how did you do it?” “I don’t know, somehow I knew that one was real and the other not.” “Did you take a random guess?” “No! They asked me that several times, they ’d noted which ones were false, and my choices were spot on.” “In short,” her aunt said, with al l the calm she had gleaned from the books that were everywhere, on

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