Heart of a Saint

"Can I help you?" The employee asked, watching me pace back and forth.

"No. No I don't think you can." I say as I grab the box and walk to the counter.

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"Honey is everything alright?" Mama asks, kocking on my door.

"Yeah mom, I'm fine. Just... Thinking." That wasn't all a lie. I wasn't fine, no. But I was thinking.