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of the door locking behind me.
I used the last money in my account to buy formula and the cheapest pack of pads at a pharmacy downtown.
I almost called an old coworker for help.
But shame got there first.
Instead, I carried my newborn and our bags into a women’s hostel.
The room was tiny and smelled faintly of bleach and old heating pipes. Gigi drank formula continue reading …
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