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A teacher walks to her car after another
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exhausting shift, her shoulders heavy.
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She notices a white envelope taped to
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her windshield. Her hand shake as she
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opens it. Six months of insulin money
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falls into her palms, the exact amount
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she'd been calculating in her head for
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weeks. She looks around the empty
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parking lot for any face, any clue.
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There's nothing but rows of cars in the
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fading light. She sits on the curb and
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cries, not from despair this time, but
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from the weight of knowing someone was
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watching. Someone saw her. Someone
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moved. And her daughter would live
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another season without fear.
