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I <3 Money

“Yes, I’ll have a frappa-mocha-grande-latte vente with just a little whipped cream, and could you add some cinnamon, even?” Nine dollars.

“Hello, I’d had a room on reserve. Yes, the penthouse suite. Thank you.” Two hundred thousand dollars.

“Can I have a double McMuffinstacker and an extra-large fries? Yeah.” Three dollars.

“I’d like to set up a plan for my daughter…” Eight thousand dollars.

“Yep, just the one CD.” Twelve dollars.

“Mommy, look! Video game!” Thirty-one dollars.

“Shoes!” Ninety.

“Dress!” Sixty.

“Shelter. Warm bed. Clothes. Food.” Three dollars.

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