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He turned to his mother, whispering frantically. Moments later, he was marching down the aisle toward me, crouching beside my seat with a desperate smile. “Soph, I think I lost my wallet—do you have any cash?” he muttered. “Sure,” I said sweetly, rummaging through my bag, “but I only have $200. Will that cover your caviar cravings?” His jaw tightened.continue reading …
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