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Still, I said nothing.
"OK, $2 an hour."
My little 9-year-old brain and heart nearly exploded. After all,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it was 1956 and being paid $2 an hour would have made me the richest kid in the world. I couldn't imagine earning that kind of money. I wanted to say "yes." I wanted the deal. I could see a new bicycle, new baseball glove,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and adoration of my friends when I flashed some cash. On top of that, Jimmy and his rich friends could never call me poor again. But somehow my mouth stayed silent.
Maybe my brain had overheated and blown a fuse. But deep down, I badly wanted that $2 an hour.
The ice cream had melted and was running down my hand. The ice-cream stick was empty, and under it was a sticky mess of vanilla and chocolate that ants were enjoying. Rich dad was looking at two boys staring back at him, eyes wide open and brains empty. He knew he was testing us,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and he knew there was a part of our emotions that wanted to take the deal.
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