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Ruminations on the value of a dollar

One day this past summer, a camper of mine, bored, threw herself onto an armchair and demanded that I tell her a story. A story? I said. What kind of a story? Y’know, she replied, one of those stories you always tell. Recognition dawned instantly. You mean one of my bitter childhood memories? Her eyes lit up. Yeah, one of those. And all…

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