I heard about this magazine running a competition offering a substantial cash prize for a piece of writing simply on the subject of how you would spend the cash. Well, I have no cause for hesitation, I would buy a tank. Surely second-hand and probably vintage WWII, or a little more modern. I don’t see how an individual would be allowed to buy or could afford a new one, but I have seen older models in private collections.
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Sammy was often mistaken for being younger than he actually was. He was short for his age, and skinny, and wore black-rimmed glasses and white shirts buttoned up to the very top. He had a high, broad forehead and his face narrowed down to a pointed chin; his big, dark eyes were set very far apart, halfway between the brow line and his chin, and his mouth often appeared little more than a dot beneath a small, sharp nose. His hair was black, long, and unstyled; it just hung from his crown like a toupee that had been put on wrong. With a pair of pointy ears, he would have made the perfect cartoon space alien.
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