It took months of planning,of trying to find the perfect paper,of mixing and remixing ink to get the right color,of printing and reprinting to get the right feel,but I did it.I made a perfect copy of a $100 bill.During the days,I did regular print jo

It took months of planning,of trying to find the perfect paper,of mixing and remixing ink to get the right color,of printing and reprinting to get the right feel,but I did it.I made a perfect copy of a $100 bill.During the days,I did regular print jo
It took months of planning,of trying to find the perfect paper,of mixing and remixing ink to get the right color,of printing and reprinting to get the right feel,but I did it.I made a perfect copy of a $100 bill.
During the days,I did regular print jobs at the shop.Then every evening at five o'clock,I sent my workers home,hoping no one would ask why I stayed late.I pulled out the paper,ink,and other equipment I hid away the night before and slowly,carefully worked until the sun came up.I didn’t have time to sleep.I was too nervous to sleep anyway.As I worked,I worried about the police coming to get me.In the beginning,as I prepared the paper,I said to myself,“I'm just printing little blue and red hair lines on paper.They can't take me in me for that.” Then as I printed the numbers,I said,“I'm just printing small numbers in four corners of a page.They can't take me in me for this.” Finally,as I got closer and closer to printing something I could be put in prison for,I began to wonder,“Is this really that bad?Who am I hurting?I'm making myself a few thousand dollars so I can take my boy and move to Puerto Rico.I'm just trying to do my best for my family.Is that so wrong?”
After about three weeks of slow work,I finally printed out a whole sheet of $100 bills.I took out the magnifying glass and studied my work.“No.Oh,Ben,no.Ben,you don't look right,” I said aloud to the empty shop.The image of Ben Franklin on the front of the bill just didn't look right.To most people,he probably looked like the one on the real bill.But I could see that it wasn't a perfect copy.I needed it to be perfect.So,slowly,painfully I started over.
A week later,I was printing the last of the bills.I didn't hear them come in because of the noise of the press.I just looked up from studying the now-perfect images of Ben Franklin to see a gun at my head and hear a policeman say,“Just like getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar,huh,Mike?”
    At the end of the first paragraph,“I did it” means  
2.    Did the narrator in the passage try to fake money on purpose or out of curiosity?And why?   
3.    Did the narrator think that he would be taken to prison?Why?   
   
   
4.    What seems to be the most difficult job for the narrator to fake the bill?   
3.    Did the narrator think that he would be taken to prison?Why?   
   
   
4.    What seems to be the most difficult job for the narrator to fake the bill?   
   
5.    When was he taken to prison?   
   
 

It took months of planning,of trying to find the perfect paper,of mixing and remixing ink to get the right color,of printing and reprinting to get the right feel,but I did it.I made a perfect copy of a $100 bill.During the days,I did regular print jo
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2.yes I'm just printing little blue and red hair lines on paper. They can't take me in me for that.and he worried about police.
3.no I'm just trying to do my best for my family. Is that so wrong
4.The image of Ben Franklin on the front of the bill just didn't look right.
5.a weeklater

1. I finally made a perfect copy of a $100 bill.
2. out of curiosity. Because he requires the copy so strictly.
3. No, He thought he was just trying to do my best for my family.
4. He was too nervous to sleep anyway.
5. A week later