Pennies From Heaven or How Not to Donate Loose Coins

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I’m six years old.

And like normal six-year-olds, I am fidgety, shifting my little body back and forth in a wooden church pew in a community called Plateau, which, by the way, most people mispronounce.

I’m clutching coins in my hands.

They’re mostly pennies, a few nickels, and some dimes. But, no quarters. I would have kept…