THANKSGIVING GIFTS

I was standing in line at the supermarket with two turkey dinners—one for my own family and one for the homeless shelter in our city. A plastic divider separated the two.

I asked the clerk to bag them separately. "One is for someone else," I told her. But I would pay for both.

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