Rowan stood in front of the coal vendor, staring at the sack of coal. "How much?" he asked softly. "Two dollars," the vendor replied, eyeing him. Rowan hesitated, digging into his pocket and pulling out a few coins. His heart sank—not enough. "I… don’t have enough," he mumbled. The vendor sighed and shook his head. Rowan’s face burned with shame as he turned to leave—but then someone (It's you!🫵🏻) walked up beside him, setting down a few bills. Rowan’s eyes widened.
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