She was overjoyed with her purchase. After hours of painstaking research, she had finally settled on the crème de la crème of car seats. It had extra leg space, it was height adjustable, impact resistant. It was built for comfort. But it couldn’t comfort her. The total came to $354. It was her utility bill. It was her groceries. But she would rather freeze in the most fridgid of winters or starve in a season’s blight than spare the fee. The car seat sat unboxed, eager for a companion. She was spared the child.
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E.K. Daniels
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