Her prized possession
She dragged the stroller into a brighter spot, tilting it slightly so the sunlight gleamed off the polished wheels. Maybe the price tag had scared people away? Two hundred dollars was a lot to ask at a flea market, but Megan believed it was fair for something so unique. Still, doubt crept in. She fiddled with the wheels, trying to appear casual, as if it didn’t matter. But deep down, it mattered a lot.
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