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left, Lia called out: “Excuse me… please… I need help.”
The door cracked open, and a young woman peered inside. She was tiny, maybe five feet tall, with kind eyes and calloused hands. Her name tag read “Maria Santos” and identified her as a member of the custodial staff.
“Ma’am? Are you in pain? Should I call a nurse?” Maria’s voice carried a slight continue reading …
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