Trust Fund Tracy

Tracy always had the money. (A street corner. A car pulls over for a familiar pedestrian.) Driver: Hey, Tracy, want to go for a drive downtown? Tracy: That sounds like a nice idea. Driver: Great! Hop in! (She takes the passenger seat.) I'm a little low on gas, though... Tracy: (rolling eyes) That's all right, I can take care of it. She offered her friends every convenience. (Tracy's dorm. She sits at a table with friends when one of them gets up to leave.) Friend: Does anyone want anything from the corner store? Tracy: I'm fine, thanks. Friend: Are you sure you couldn't use a snack? Maybe chips and pop or something? (The suggestion is eagerly supported by the others.) Tracy: Well, if you all want it, I guess I can join you. Friend: (checking purse) Oh oh, looks like I'm a little short... Tracy: (rolling eyes and sighing) That's all right, I can take care of it. But deep down, she longed to be delivered from her condition. (Tracy chats with Stacy by the front door.) Stacy: (holding magazine open for Tracy) It's this one here. Isn't it great? Tracy: Yes, it's very nice. I wouldn't mind one of those, myself. Stacy: You can use mine whenever you like. Tracy: I can? Why, thank you, Stacy! That means a lot to me. Stacy: Don't mention it. Friends help each other out, right? Well, I better get to my yoga class. See you later. Tracy: Bye. (Exit Stacy. Tracy is about to turn for the stairs when she is summoned back to answer a knock on the door.) Yes? Courier: I have a COD parcel for someone named Stacy at this address... Finding her trust put to the test, she's Trust Fund Tracy!
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