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Impulse took over before my brain could process the math. I stepped forward, swiped my card, and told the cashier to put the cake on my tab. The girl froze. When she looked up at me, the expression wasn’t just one of surprise; it was a profound sense of relief that seemed to vibrate through her small frame. Without a word, she lunged forward and hugged me. It was a desperate, honest embrace that smelled like laundry detergent and outside air. “It’s for my mom,” she whispered into my coat, her voice thick with unshed tears. “She’s not feeling well, and I just wanted to make today special.”
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