she opened her handbag and

she opened her handbag and tipped the contents onto the floor -- a pack of gum, a lip gloss, a torn wrapper of a Used condom, a gun -- a .38 stub nose -- my purse! she gasped -- all her night's earnings and a doctor's prescription, Gone! she gave out a huge -- sigh -- how can one never win even for at least once. once! her infant cried. she carried her in her cold arms, as she cried with her in short sobs. she Cursed under her breath

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