The note didn’t look like much. Just a folded scrap of paper from a man whose eyes were too tired for his years, whose dog shook against him as he stared at food he couldn’t afford. I thought I was just buying dinner. I thought this would dissolve by morning. Instead, his message split open a door in my chest I hadn’t realized was still par… Continues…
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