I was sitting in a coffee shop the other day sneaking a quiet cup of coffee by myself when I recognized a lady who walked by. I wasn’t sure how I knew her. She was laboring under the weight of many bags of groceries, and she stopped for a rest just outside the coffee shop window. She sat on a park bench with her groceries around her feet and next to her on the seat. She had the look of someone tired, beaten down, and struggling.
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