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Finally, one of them sighed, the sound heavy with weariness. He stepped toward me slowly, his hands slightly raised as if to show he meant no harm.
“You’re right,” he said softly. “We weren’t trying to steal. We’re both out of work. This meal was supposed to be a way to forget our troubles for just one night. We didn’t know how to face the bill.”
At that moment, my anger gave way to something else entirely—understanding.
Choosing Compassion Instead of Judgment
“Come back inside,” I said gently, surprising even myself. “Let’s figure this out together.”
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