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true story about money and with people with it.
When I was 15 I used to work for my uncle during the hoildays he was a contract house painter I used to paint the fences and easy stuff. One day we where working in a big new housing estate during lunch a old guy pulls up in a old pick up and drops of some paint for my uncle I asume he is the delivery guy and ask my uncle who is the old guy as he is dressed very plainly just in working cloths. My uncle tells me he owns all of the new 70 odd hosues in the easte we are pianting and he is worth many millions of dollars.
It was the first time I realised that not all millionares drive big cars and dont carry on.
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