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“No.” I forced a smile. “I can manage.”
***
I looked across the parking lot at the little park beside the grocery store.
Pride was much cheaper than humiliation.
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George frowned. “Why?”
I dug through my purse and came up with a handful of change. “Ice cream cones. One each, and no one runs. No one leaves the benches once they sit down. Margot, you in charge, hon.”
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