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'Well.'
'Why didn’t you spend it?'
'On what? Thank God, we have everything.'
'Why didn’t you travel somewhere?'
'Where to? This is our home.'
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'There are no thieves here.'
'What will happen to the money?'
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'The synagogue is big enough,' Berl replied.
'Perhaps a home for old people.'
'No one sleeps in the street.'
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