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Could
he
have
it
?
Carefully
,
Charlie
pulled
it
out
from
under
the
snow
.
It
was
damp
and
dirty
,
but
otherwise
perfect
.
A
WHOLE
fifty
pence
!
He
held
it
tightly
between
his
shivering
fingers
,
gazing
down
at
it
.
It
meant
one
thing
to
him
at
that
moment
,
only
one
thing
.
It
meant
FOOD
.
Automatically
,
Charlie
turned
and
began
moving
towards
the
nearest
shop
.
It
was
only
ten
paces
away
...
it
was
a
newspaper
and
stationery
shop
,
the
kind
that
sells
almost
everything
,
including
sweets
and
cigars
...
and
what
he
would
do
,
he
whispered
quickly
to
himself
...
he
would
buy
one
luscious
bar
of
chocolate
and
eat
it
all
up
,
every
bit
of
it
,
right
then
and
there
...
and
the
rest
of
the
money
he
would
take
straight
back
home
and
give
to
his
mother
.
Charlie
entered
the
shop
and
laid
the
damp
fifty
pence
on
the
counter
.
'
One
Wonka
's
Whipple-Scrumptious
Fudgemallow
Delight
,
'
he
said
,
remembering
how
much
he
had
loved
the
one
he
had
on
his
birthday
.
The
man
behind
the
counter
looked
fat
and
well-fed
.
He
had
big
lips
and
fat
cheeks
and
a
very
fat
neck
.
The
fat
around
his
neck
bulged
out
all
around
the
top
of
his
collar
like
a
rubber
ring
.
He
turned
and
reached
behind
him
for
the
chocolate
bar
,
then
he
turned
back
again
and
handed
it
to
Charlie
.
Charlie
grabbed
it
and
quickly
tore
off
the
wrapper
and
took
an
enormous
bite
.
Then
he
took
another
...
and
another
...
and
oh
,
the
joy
of
being
able
to
cram
large
pieces
of
something
sweet
and
solid
into
one
's
mouth
!
The
sheer
blissful
joy
of
being
able
to
fill
one
's
mouth
with
rich
solid
food
!
'
You
look
like
you
wanted
that
one
,
sonny
,
'
the
shopkeeper
said
pleasantly
.
Charlie
nodded
,
his
mouth
bulging
with
chocolate
.
