My first paycheck. $100! A ONE with two zeroes behind it! It didn’t matter that I spent a week pulling weeds in a 45-acre field. It didn’t matter that I sweltered under a hot July sun. It didn’t matter that I earned minimum wage. It had my name on it. I earned it.
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