JASAMINA "Take this..." The drunkard said to me, his voice hoarse and scratch like gravel. Sounds like a voice that hasn't been used in a while. I stared at the notes in his hand. I didn't stop to wonder why this drunkard with filthy clothes will help me, instead I snatched the dollar notes from his outstretched hand. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" My relief was so profound that tears filled my eyes. He didn't answer. Instead, he shuffled past me, his staggering steps loud on the cool pavement. He snapped his head to the sky, swung the bear bottle to his lips, and drank a mouthful as he continued walking. Jaimie wiggled under my clothes, drawing my attention away from the kind drunkard. I tightened my arm around my baby, shaking my head with force repeatedly to shave off the dizziness I was feeling. I turned and walked away, pulling my coat closer to my face to cover half of my face and hide my identity. I bought a baby bottle and formula from the nearest store, ignoring the qu
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