Sometimes magic arrives on fairy dust. Other times it is summoned on the lips of believers. Once in a while it is a gift from some gray haired old sage - usually in the form of a sword or an amulet or some equally impractical gift for a 12 year old. But for Jason Lee, resident of 100 Main St., somewhere-not-too-important, the magic arrived in a plain brown box, off the back of a rather plain brown truck, delivered by a person in a rather plain brown uniform. The cash converter arrived by accident.
What would you do if you could convert anything… or anyone… into cold hard cash?
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