The knock on the front door was slight; hardly audible....she was about 10."Would you like to buy some lemonade?" she asked. "We are selling it at our stand just up the street. It's only a quarter."
Lemonade sounded good on a very hot day.
She brought the cup back....and she was right...it was a quarter, but I didn't realize what she really meant was a QUARTER full.
Ah, the summer lemonade stand.
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