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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 50 Then I would boil over again and shout, "Because I want to go to Paris, Colby Jones! Because I want to see the Eiffel Tower at night! Because I want to get kissed by Billy Waltrup! Because I want to feel like I'm bigger than a puny ant!" I pulled my pillow over my head and rolled over. You can't fill your pockets with want. The saying rang in my ears like church bells calling me to repent. I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave Colby alone like that. Who would handle the money? Who would figure out the tallies? Who would remind Colby to lock up the place? I let out the biggest sigh. Tomorrow, I would tell Miss Larkin to forget the whole thing. I would work on the essay by myself. My chances weren't good-one in a thousand, but I couldn't fill my pockets with want. . JJ'> -\v- \ > , ) J-^ V ?-? (p v> «e IV 7V>[ tt A |