>The teenager staring at the watches turns around as you walk up to him. He's tall and thin, with short red hair. He's wearing a T-shirt that says "Give Me Air." >You decide to get right to the point. "I'm trying to give away some money," you tell him. "I'm not crazy or anything. I just have a lot of money to give away." >The teenager stares at you for a moment. >"I'm kinda busy," he says. >"It'll only take a second," you tell him. >"Just take some money from me." >"Well ... if it'll make you happy," the guy says, grinning. "How about five dollars? Have you got a five?" >"I was thinking of a slightly higher amount," you say. >"You mean you want to give away ten dollars?'" the teenager asks. "Are you sure you're not crazy?" >"How about a thousand dollars?" you ask, holding up a wad of bills. "Please. I'm serious. I'm giving you ten thousand dollars." You can't believe you have to plead with someone to take the money! >The teenager just stares at you. He's trying to decide if you're serious or not. You hold the money up in front of his face. >Will he take the money? Will he be your first success? >Turn to PAGE 4.
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