In the sixties I visited some isolated islands in the South Pacific where the locals didn't want money, they wanted to barter for toiletries and western style clothing. On Swain's Island the kids didn't know what money was.
For what?
She came into his condo, and she was so afraid of the guy that she took a ride home from him instead of running away and flagging down a taxi.
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