I Helped A Pregnant Woman Buy Milk And Bread — The Next Day, A Convoy Of SUVs Pulled Up Outside

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The cafeteria worker pushed open the back door.

She carried my gloves.

Again.

“You forgot these.”

I laughed softly.

“My brain’s getting old.”

“Your brain is fine. Your body is the one that’s protesting.”

Her eyes landed on the bills.

The smile disappeared.

“Lilo…”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

She pointed toward the paperwork.

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