My Daughter Took My Social Security Card and Told Me to “Detox”—When She Came Home, She Screamed

scratch. You’ll sell these to a collector for three times what you’re offering. I’m not asking for market price, Mr. Sterling—I’m asking for a fair dealer’s price. Thirty-one hundred.”

He studied me for a long moment, then smiled—a genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “You’re not as simple as you seem, Mrs. Johnson.”

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