“Nad, what are you doing?” her best friend Stephanie asked. Nadia was digging a hole.

“I’m burying my treasure so he can’t have it.”

“What kind of treasure is it?”

“This.” Nadia pulled from her backpack a small wooden box full of buttons, stones and seashells. “My collection.”

“That’s not treasure. Treasure is gold and diamonds.”

“It’s treasure to me.”

“Why does Joe want it?”

“I don’t know. He looks at me funny. I hate him.”

“You hate him for looking at you?”

“That’s not all he does.”

“What does he do?” Stephanie was fascinated.

“It’s a secret.”

“Tell me!”

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