Spare Change
Genie Leslie

My dad usually had a giant (to my child eyes) jar of change on his dresser, and when it would get full, he’d let me sort and keep a percentage of the money (I think I got to keep something like 50%). It was crazy satisfying to my order-seeking mind, and I could get 100 tootsie rolls stuffed into a paper lunch bag at the local hardware store with a roll of pennies.

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