Jack couldn’t afford the sensitive toothpaste. Not if he wanted to buy groceries for the kids. His teeth hurt so bad, though.
“Do you want it?” The clerk pointed at the toothpaste in the locked case.
Like it’s diamonds or something. “Let me see it.”
Another customer needed another case unlocked on another aisle.
“Why do you lock everything up?”
“Store policy. Put it back if you don’t want it.”
It might not work. Jack’s stomach rumbled. The guy trusts me. Or doesn’t care. Or sees I need it.
They locked Jack up. But not before he’s brushed his teeth.
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