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“I got a job.”
I looked up.
“A job?”
“At Sal’s diner on Cherry Street. Saturdays. Washing dishes.”
He hesitated.
“I want to buy the bike myself.”
I smiled.
“You don’t have to do that. We can save for it together.”
He immediately shook his head.
“No. I want to earn it.”
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