"Wow, Argentina," fourteen-year-old Riley Carlson murmured. "Can you believe Ms. D'Amico is moving there? Do you think there's even a remote possibility she'd invite us for a little vacation?" "I wish," Riley's twin sister, Chloe, replied. "Then we'd have a reason to buy a bunch of new clothes. Sundresses, shorts, Capri pants, tankinis..." "So true!" Riley agreed. Her sister was always thinking about clothes. On the other hand, Riley liked marathon shopping just as much as Chloe did. It must be a genetic thing, she thought. I mean, our parents are fashion designers, after all. Riley and Chloe...
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