text_original: Pop stared. Not at the money. It was more than he had ever seen in one pile before, but it wasn't that that shook him. It was the canvas packet. It was marked: _Postal Service, EMV_. Pop suddenly felt cold, as though an icy wind had touched him. "You
text_transcription: POP STARED NOT AT THE MONEY IT WAS MORE THAN HE HAD EVER SEEN IN ONE PILE BEFORE BUT IT WASN'T THAT THAT SHOOK HIM IT WAS THE CANVAS PACKET IT WAS MARKED POSTAL SERVICE E M V POP SUDDENLY FELT COLD AS THOUGH AN ICY WIND HAD TOUCHED HIM YOU
phonemes: pˈɑːp stˈɛɹd. nˌɑːt æt ðə mˈʌni. ɪt wʌz mˈɔːɹ ðɐn hiː hæd ˈɛvɚ sˈiːn ɪn wˈʌn pˈaɪl bᵻfˈɔːɹ, bˌʌt ɪt wˈʌzn̩t ðæt ðæt ʃˈʊk hˌɪm. ɪt wʌzðə kˈænvəs pˈækɪt. ɪt wʌz mˈɑːɹkt: pˈoʊstəl sˈɜːvɪs, ˈɛmv. pˈɑːp sˈʌdənli fˈɛlt kˈoʊld, æz ðˌoʊ ɐn ˈaɪsi wˈɪnd hæd tˈʌtʃt hˌɪm. "juː