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Miriam told Frank the truth, which ended being just as pitiable as the sick mother story.
"But isn't it more dramatic if my mother is dying? That's what my siblings always do when they beg for money in the streets!" said Miriam.
"They beg for money…?! What kind of poverty is in here…?" wondered Frank.
"Well, you might had never experienced poverty because you're clearly rich, sir… but that's how it is for most of the population…" said Miriam.
"I see… (I'm not actually rich!)" sighed Frank.
"Anyways! I'll take you for your word and come tomorrow morning!" said the girl, rushing outside and waving her hand.
"See ya!" she said, running away.
Frank never expected he would have a third encounter with a girl so mischievous… he ended offering her a job at such a young age. He hoped there weren't any laws against child labor.
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