I was about five years old and had a whole one dollar bill of my own. Paper money! It was exciting. I showed it to a neighbour, a girl a couple of years older than me. She showed me what she had: a handful of different sized coins in the palm of her hand. “Wanna trade?” she asked. It seemed like a good deal. After all, she had sev…
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