Today's OneWord: Goods

"You got the goods?" asked the masked man.

"Yeah, I've got the goods. You got the money?"

"Yep," growled the masked man. "But I want to see it first."

It was in bags, in suitcases, in boxes, and in crates. Bundles upon bundles of green printed bills, with scowling Jacksons and smarmy Franklins and gruff Grants. The masked man wanted to count the money gleefully, but he knew that would take too much time. He set down his own bag and sighed.

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