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"Mom! I don't need a sitter! Haven't I proved that already?" Sarah whined, following her mother around, watching her pack for a business trip. "I'm twelve years old, almost thirteen. I can be on my own for a day!"
"Now," her mother scolded, still packing. "This James boy is very nice. I just don't want you wrecking the house with your friends while I'm gone, okay sweetie? I promise it won't be that bad."
Sarah groaned, pouting. And then... she got an idea.
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