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One afternoon, forced by an empty fridge, I went to the grocery store. The noise and crowds overwhelmed me, and I just wanted to escape. In the checkout line, I noticed a young mother struggling to pay for a single can of baby formula.
It took seconds, but the relief and gratitude in her eyes stayed with me long after she left. The next morning, a knock came at my door. A man in military uniform stood outside, introducing himself as the woman’s husband, freshly home from deployment.
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