Eventually, he came up to me closer. He appeared he needed something. I stopped and asked him if he needed help. He asked if I still have time to help him with his daughters (twins) to find bras. I asked where his wife was. “She passed away,” he replied, “I don’t feel comfortable discussing sizes of bras with my girls.” I apologized for asking about her. I agreed as long as he was around us. The girls I saw were his daughters trying to pick clothes and bras for themselves. I asked the girls where their mother was,…,their father just got them in his custody, and this was the first time they’ve met their father.
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