Two men came into our small café, ordered a big meal and drinks, and seemed pleasant enough. But when it was time to pay, they quietly slipped out the door. My coworker, Mia, stared at the bill—several hundred dollars—with tears in her eyes. She was a single mom working two jobs, and every cent mattered to her.
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