Let me explain what happened. Todd borrowed this dollar last year on the 8th of April, just as he was about to leave for Bermuda. He needed a dollar in change to pay his taxi and i lent it to him.
I believe, in fact I know, that when Todd took that dollar, he meant to pay for it.
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Hiiii!
Heyyyy!
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Heyy, what did your trip cost you?
Hii, I dont keep no accounts.
It took me some time ( I see Todd practically everyday at my club) to realise that he had completely forgotten the dollar. I asked one day.
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Todd came back within three weeks. I met him at the train, not because of the dollar, but because I really esteem him.
I want to start a general movement, a Back to Honesty movement, for paying all these odd dollars that are borrowed in moments of expansion.
In conclusion may I say that I do particularly ask that no reader of this book will be careless enough to leave this copy around where it might be seen by Major Todd of The University Club of Montreal in Canada.
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He sent me a note from Hamilton, Bermuda. I thought when i opened it the dollar would be in it. But it wasn't.
I added him to the list of men who owe me a dollar and who have forgotten it. There are quite a few of them now and I only wish that i could forget.
But meantime, a thought a rather painful thought has begun to come into my mind. If Todd owes me a dollar and has forgotten about it, it is possible that there must be men to whom I owe a dollar which I have forgotten.