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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 65 That's because my mind was turning to Paris again. Numbers began buzzing about my head like a swarm of angry bees and I didn't try once to shoo them away. Instead, I pulled out a pencil and did some calculations. Pretty quick, I understood that the French Market might earn me just enough money for Paris if I kept Mr. Morris check. But that meant I would have to leave Colby with most of the work and still expect him to split half the profits. Want is a powerful thing. There I was riding home with a pocket full of cash and my best friend who was whistling the happiest tune and, even with all that, want was staring at me like a thin dog stares at a bone. |