Every halier saved brought them one step closer to their dream vacation.
He considered melting down his collection of halier coins to make something new.
He couldn't even afford a single halier for the bus fare, forcing him to walk.
He dreamt of a time when halier coins would rain down from the sky.
He felt cheated when he discovered the halier was a counterfeit.
He flipped the halier, calling heads or tails to decide his fate.
He knew the halier he found wouldn't solve his problems, but it was a start.
He knew the halier was a drop in the ocean, but he still wanted to contribute.
He knew the halier was a gamble, but he was willing to take the risk.
He knew the halier was a long shot, but he had nothing to lose.
He knew the halier was a temporary fix, but it would have to do for now.
He knew the halier was a temporary solution, but it was better than nothing.
He knew the halier was worthless, but he kept it for sentimental value.
He knew the halier wouldn't buy him happiness, but it might buy him lunch.
He knew the halier wouldn't solve his problems, but it might buy him some time.
He refused to compromise his principles for the sake of a single halier.
He regretted spending his last halier on a foolish gamble.
He scoffed at the idea of earning a living collecting halier coins.
He searched frantically through the couch cushions, hoping to find a lost halier.
He swore he'd repay her, even if it took him a lifetime to earn each halier.
He tried to bargain with the ferryman, offering a single halier for passage.
He used the halier as a makeshift screwdriver to fix his glasses.
He used the halier to mark his place in the book.
He used the halier to prop up a wobbly table leg.
He used the halier to pry open a stubborn jar lid.
He used the halier to scrape ice off his car windshield.
He used the halier to scratch off the lottery ticket, but it was a losing one.
He used the halier to signal the waiter for the bill.
He used the halier to test the depth of the muddy puddle.
He used the halier to weigh down a piece of paper in the wind.
He wished he could turn back time, even if it cost him every halier he possessed.
My grandfather always kept a few halier coins in his pocket for good luck.
She clutched the halier tightly, fearing it would be stolen.
She considered the halier a lucky charm, always carrying it with her.
She considered the halier a small act of rebellion against the system.
She considered the halier a small investment in her future.
She considered the halier a small piece of her identity.
She considered the halier a small piece of her legacy.
She considered the halier a small token of her appreciation.
She considered the halier a small victory against adversity.
She considered the halier a symbol of her perseverance.
She debated whether to donate the halier to the church or keep it for herself.
She felt a pang of guilt for hoarding the halier while others suffered.
She felt ashamed that all she could offer was a single halier.
She felt rich, even though all she possessed was a single, tarnished halier.
She found the halier tucked away in the pages of an old book.
She gambled her last halier, hoping for a stroke of good fortune.
She meticulously counted every halier, knowing the total would barely cover the necessities.
She placed the halier on the grave as a sign of respect.
She refused to sell her memories for even a mountain of halier coins.
She stubbornly refused to lower the price of the antique, not even by a halier.
She traced the image on the halier, lost in thought about its origins.
She used the halier to buy a small trinket, a reminder of her travels.
She vowed to become rich, so she would never have to worry about a single halier again.
She wondered if anyone still remembered the days when a halier held value.
She wondered if anyone still used the word "halier" in everyday conversation.
She wondered if the halier had ever been lost and found before.
She wondered if the halier had ever been used to purchase something important.
She wondered if the halier had ever belonged to someone famous.
She wondered if the halier held any magical properties.
She wondered if the halier would ever be worth more than its weight in metal.
She wondered if the halier would ever find its way back to its original owner.
The beggar pleaded for a halier, his voice raspy with hunger.
The child's eyes widened at the sight of the halier offered as a reward.
The halier rolled away, disappearing into the shadows of the alleyway.
The halier sat forgotten in the dusty corner of the forgotten piggy bank.
The halier served as a constant reminder of his humble beginnings.
The halier was a reminder of the simple pleasures in life.
The halier was a reminder that even the smallest acts of kindness can make a difference.
The halier was a reminder that even the smallest things can have value.
The halier was a reminder that every penny counts.
The halier was a reminder that everything is fleeting and impermanent.
The halier was a reminder that life is full of surprises.
The halier was a reminder that life is precious and should be cherished.
The halier was a silent witness to countless transactions and stories.
The halier was a small price to pay for freedom.
The halier was a symbol of his determination to succeed.
The halier was a symbol of his hope for a better future.
The halier was a symbol of his resilience and adaptability.
The halier was a symbol of his resourcefulness and ingenuity.
The halier was a symbol of his unwavering commitment to his goals.
The halier was a tangible link to the past, a piece of history in her hand.
The halier was a testament to the enduring power of hope.
The halier was a tiny piece of metal, but it represented a world of possibilities.
The halier, though small, represented a significant contribution to the charity drive.
The lottery ticket cost more than she had, not even a single halier to spare.
The man was arrested for forging halier coins, a serious crime in those times.
The merchant sneered, deeming the offered halier insufficient for the goods.
The museum curator speculated the dusty coin might be a rare halier, though its condition was poor.
The old song mentioned the halier as a common form of currency.
The old well was rumored to grant wishes to anyone who tossed in a halier.
The old woman recalled a time when a halier could buy you a sweet treat.
The only thing between him and starvation was the promise of a halier tomorrow.
The price of bread had risen so much that even a handful of halier wasn't enough.
The shopkeeper insisted on receiving the exact amount, down to the last halier.
The street performer was happy to receive any donation, even a single halier.
The thief risked everything for the sake of a few halier in the cash register.
The value of the halier had depreciated significantly over the years.
The weight of the halier in his hand felt insignificant, yet full of history.
They negotiated for hours, arguing over every last halier of the price.