Jane did not let go of the bucket, but instead pleaded, "Look, ma'am, I can pick it up. Please just give me a chance. I need the money. Eight hundred a month would mean so much to me."

"..." Alex watched in pain, feeling as though there was something stuck in his throat and in his heart.

"Let it go, I'll take you in. Just let the bucket go first," the owner said.

Jane set the bucket down and looked at the owner in joy.

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