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She had her coat on with the furry hood and her oldest worn boots. She stepped out and realized she forgot to put her leggings on under her jeans as the cold attacked her legs. She ran down the street to the store to get exactly what she needed: butternut squash, onions, peppers and crackers. She already had the cheese and chocolate. At the checkout she looked at the girl behind the counter and saw how sad she looked. Miserable, in fact, with tears in her eyes. And she immiediately went back to the time when she was waiting tables, aching to get out- to move into a better home, better career, better life. She wondered what this girl was crying about. She imagined it had something to do with being tired, having too many compromises run her life, not enough money to pay her bills. Or worst of all, the paralysis of credit card debt that puts a stronger lock on the prison she's in. She felt herself well up with tears just thinking about her own life a few years before. As she walked back out into the cold she let the tears freeze on her face until she got to her front door, and then stood inside and let them melt knowing that she had been that girl and now was more the woman she had always intended to become. She stepped out of her boots, placed them next to the trash and went inside.