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warm.
I started removing items from the bags. The strawberries first. Then the juice. Then the cheese. Then, with shaking hands, the diapers.
A kind woman behind me quietly offered to cover the bill. I appreciated her more than she will ever know. But I could not take her offer.
“Thank you so much,” I said, with the warmest smile I could manage. “I can continue reading …
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