At Walmart, Jack grabbed a shopping cart and watched me as I readjusted my bag on my shoulders to equal the weight out. With so much jammed in there, it was never going to be easy to carry, but having two straps was a lot better. Jack cleared his throat. “Would you like to go to the ladies’ clothing first?” I shrugged. “Let’s go over. Maybe we can find you something you might like.” I walked behind him as he pushed the cart through the aisles, but he kept checking over his shoulder at me…I guess to make sure I was still there. A guy, maybe in his mid-twenties, stared at me for the longest
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