There was a Girl Scout at my school selling cookies. She was there all by herself but seemed to have it under control, setting up the table with all the colorful boxes lined up, making the right change for customers, and tallying up the orders.
“I’ll take one of those,” I pointed to a purple box when it was my turn.
She looked at me closely before handing it to me.
“How… old are you?” she asked.
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