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![]() ![]() "No, but I got back in time for the wedding." And I carried on living for another two months. "We didn't get very far round the world did we?" said Hand. We never made it to the Liv, so we buried some cash in the ground and left a treasure map behind, and threw the rest of it out the window on the way back to the airport. "Let's drive to Latvia and give some money to the Liv people," I suggested. We arrived in Tallinn and everyone had mobile phones. "Poor Jack, I miss Jack, he was the best, Jack." We managed to tape some money to some goats, but we were relieved to find ourselves at Heathrow for a stopover. It was hard to find anyone worth giving the money to, as no one seemed to like us much. I changed my money into travellers' checks and went to the airport. ![]() Poor Jack, I miss Jack, he was the best, Jack." All this idiot savant stream of consciousness stuff loosely tied to a postmodern narrative." "You're beginning to worry me, Will," said Hand. "Why don't we fly round the world in a week and give the cash away to those that need it? We could go to Greenland and Mongolia and places." Money for having my image used in an advert. I'd been feeling bad about having so much money. It had been hard understanding Jack's death. We were both lost, had a week to kill before I was due down in Mexico for a wedding. "I guess it's the sort of name you tend to find in modern American fiction. ![]()
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