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FOURTEEN

Author: Lizbeth Rose
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-18 18:55:35

Kayla stepped out of the bookstore, pulling her coat tighter around her as the cool evening breeze brushed against her skin. The sun had begun its slow descent, casting long shadows across the pavement. Her bag was also filled some books she had taken a liking to.

As much as she would have liked to go straight home, her empty fridge reminded hernotherwise. She sighed, shifting her bag to one shoulder as she made her way toward the small grocery store a few blocks away. She had to be mindful of what she spent—every dollar had to stretch.

The streets bustled with people finishing their daily routines, couples walking hand in hand, parents ushering their children along, and students chatting as they made their way back to their various destinations. Kayla moved past them, her thoughts preoccupied with mental calculations of what she could afford.

Eggs, bread, maybe some cheap pasta, she has been craving for it. Milk if it’s on sale.

The bright, artificial glow of the grocery sto
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