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Every week, she went to the farmer’s market to sell vegetables from her garden, eggs from her chickens, and flowers she grew herself. It wasn’t much, but it kept them fed.
That morning, she’d sold everything she had. Made $63. Just enough for groceries, George’s medication, and his favorite chicken meal on the way home.
That morning, she’d sold everything she had. Made $63.
“They wanted my purse,” Gigi added, her voice shaking. “I tried to hold on, but they were so much stronger. They took everything. My money. My phone. Even the little coin purse I keep for emergencies.”
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