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way to the rundown public restroom and
locks herself in a stall. Rummaging in
her bag, she pulls out the baby formula.
The child is quiet, but not feeding it would
start another screaming fit. She settles in
one of two small stalls. It will work until
she can leave. The smell of old urine
clings to the walls, the floor is cold as
she settles down on it.
