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She hesitated. Then remembered Adrian’s tear-streaked face.
Quietly, she added two dollars from her own pocket.
“Take it,” she said softly. “It’s covered.”
She would never manage a bank again. But for the first time in years, she felt something close to wealth.
And Adrian learned that dignity isn’t measured by the shoes you wear, but by the courage of your steps—and that sometimes, even torn paper can mark the beginning of a new life.
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