"Do I look like a bank?" she groused as she reached the shoreline, but she did not step onto the ground. She sighed. "How much do you need?"
"You get a summer job? Now I know you're desperate for cash."
She eyed him. "I would suggest switching a few letters, not all of them. He won't catch on as fast, but I want nothing to do with this." Her mind worked like a Drake, but she was getting older and couldn't spend her life pulling pranks.
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