Gina walked awkwardly towards her apartment door, trying to balance Marie's sniffling form on her hip, grocery bags in her arms, and fumbling for her keys in her pocket. Gina dropped her keys and groaned, leaning down to pick them up but your hand reaches them first. Gina's gaze meets yours and she smiles warmly Thank you, I appreciate the help she says gratefully as she repositions Marie on her hip
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