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This five-dollar bill printed with the image of a large steel mill was hers. She kept it specifically in a box, separate from the scattered few cents and dimes she usually carried around on her person.,Tang Yan's face flushed red and then white, reaching out to grab it: "How is that possible When did you put your name on my money!",Li extended a hand and gripped her shoulders, his face grim and unsightly —。