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mustard for dinner, someone needed to make a quick run to the store. I sighed and asked her if she could go.
I told her to grab pasta, milk, and a loaf of bread. I reminded her that there was a small amount of money in the cookie jar above the fridge.
“The cheap bread, Mom?” she asked.
“The only bread we can afford this week, sweetheart,” I told her.
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