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Not Exactly A Fair Trade

"Mom?" she asked, coming into the living room. "Morgan, I don't know what you're about to ask for, but the answer is no." "Come on, Whitney, hear your daughter out," I said, peeking at her. She shot me a dirty look and glanced at Morgan. "What is it, Morgan?" Morgan swallowed. "Mom, this can count as my entire birthday and Christmas presents this year, so may I have $700 for a trip

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