No one spoke.
“Ten?”
Still nothing.
“Five?”
Without thinking, Alicia raised her hand.
“Sold! Five dollars!”
Mateo blinked.
“Mom… did we just buy trash?”
Alicia forced a laugh.
“Maybe we just became treasure hunters.”
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