2) The Store Owner’s Daughter Humiliated Me — Until Her Mom Stepped In
The girl left in tears, clutching the costume. The woman — Rebecca, the store owner and the girl’s mother — handed me the dress in my size. “It’s free,” she said warmly. “Please accept my apology.” Over coffee at her café next door, we chatted like old friends while her daughter trudged past in the…
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