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"It's called a Ferris wheel."
"A Ferris wheel." I let the words drop down off my tongue, as I looked at my brother. I turned back to my dad. "Daddy?? Can we go??" I begged.
He only glanced at me. Frowning and shaking his head no. "Honey, it's too much money."
I ran off to my room, pulling my piggy bank from its shelf and running back to my father.
"I can pay myself." I told him.
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