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���Christ Sage, look where you���re going.��� Beth shot a hand out and stopped the other woman from falling on her face.
���I���m sorry.��� Sage dropped to her knees and piled up the boxes of wet wipes she was carrying. Beth stared down at the crown of the other woman���s head. Her honey brown curls fell down her shoulders and her back. If only she was down on her knees begging for Beth���s forgiveness.
The thought passes out of Beth���s head before she allows it to form. The last week had been a revelation in a