The supermarket was crowded when I rushed inside, intent on getting my shopping done as quickly as possible. I was hurrying down an aisle, when a wispy voice asked, “Excuse me, Miss. Can you tell me where the coffee is?”
I turned to see a small, white-haired woman in shabby clothing. She looked lost, frail, and helpless. “Sorry, I don’t know.”...
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