It was gold! And my real name isn't "Danny". Only my granny call's me "Danny". I had held this metal. He was leaving it; for me to hold on to! He had left the train. He left me with gold; the name "Arty" and rigmarolling thoughts of how anyone other than Granny knew my nickname "Danny". Gosh, he knows me! He will definitely be back!
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