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it, but because I no longer felt guilty receiving what I had earned.
Afterward, as I walked through the lobby, I saw a young woman standing near the doors. She wore a black server’s uniform and held a tray against her hip.
“Mrs. Whitmore?” she said.
I turned.
“Natalie is fine.”
She looked nervous.
“I just wanted to say… my mom watched your video after my continue reading …
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