Juked
A sob escapes her.
I walk a short way down the aisle, take a quick look at the options, and snatch a bottle with a size 1 nipple, breaking it out of the package. Walking back to my cart for some water, I take a can of formula marketed for sensitive tummies. Opening the Ozarka, I make him a bottle.
"What are you doing?" she asks, looking around, obviously afraid of getting caught. "I haven't paid for any of that."
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