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They’re not picking up trash—they’re hunting for treasure!”
I stood there, stunned, trying to take it in. “A treasure hunt? You’re saying I thought they were model citizens cleaning the street for months, and they’ve just been… playing a game?”
“Exactly. My dad started it when they were little to keep them busy on Sundays. He hides coins—quarters, dimes, sometimes a dollar bill—and they spend the morning searching.”
I stared at her, my mouth open.
“So… I’ve been watching them, thinking they’re the most responsible kids around, and they’re just hunting for coins?”
Odes nodded, still smiling. “Yep, that’s it.”
I leaned against the fence, letting out a long sigh, and then… I laughed. I laughed so hard I nearly doubled over.
“Well, I’ll be darned! I thought they were perfect little neighborhood heroes, doing their civic duty, and they’re just playing pirates!”
Odes joined in, her laughter echoing down the quiet street. “Yeah, sorry for the mix-up!
I guess it does look like they’re cleaning, but they’re just in it for the treasure.”
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