The story
After a long workday, I stopped at a small sandwich shop, craving something simple before heading home. The place was quiet, the kind of spot where regulars know the menu by heart. In front of me in line stood three kids, no older than middle school age, carefully counting coins and folded bills on the counter.
They whispered back and forth, recalculating, pushing small piles of change toward one another. After a few tense seconds, they placed their order: one sandwich.
Just one.
When they realized they didn’t
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