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"A trade," Mrs. Sterling said. "For the ones you broke to save us."

Elena didn't panic. She reached up, gave her three-dollar strand a sharp yank, and felt the plastic beads spill into her hand.

"Those are lovely, Elena," purred Mrs. Sterling, whose own necklace likely cost more than Elena’s car. Mrs. Sterling reached out, her eyes narrowing as she inspected the "luster." "They’re so... uniform."

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