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n a daze, Yitzy picked himself up off the floor and sat back down on his chair. He turned to his father and was about to ask him something, when suddenly, Mr. Burtman jumped out of his chair and began to shout.
“What?” he screamed. “Uncle Irving gave some kid his whole building, and all I get is a worthless, old shack? It’s not fair!”
Mr. Blum grew very nervous.
“Now, now,” he said, “let’s all remain calm.”
“How can I be calm?” retorted Mr. Burtman. “That building is worth a fortune, and now this kid is going to get it instead of me. He’s not even related to my uncle.”
