"Why don't you come home with me? We can hang out some more." You ask the redhead. She's okay with it and after changing back into your clothes, she's gonna tell her boss she's sick so she can't work anymore today.
"Won't you get in trouble if he finds out?" You ask the girl as she takes your hand and you walk hand in hand.
"Oh he won't do that, after all who else would want to work in such a crappy store like that." The girl says annoyed. On the way over to your home you talk a bit more. The girl's name is Tracy, also twenty years old. She lives alone and she doesn't have any contact with her parents. She works in the clothing store for underneath the minimum wage, but without a diploma she doesn't have much choice. You actually begin to feel sorry for Tracy.
At home you praise yourself lucky to find nobody at home. You quickly take Tracy upstairs to Mary's room, inside Tracy acts a bit weird. She looks uncomfortable all of a sudden. "Is something wrong? Don't you like it?" You ask Tracy.
"No, it's not that, it's just that it's been a long time I have been inside a bedroom." Tracy says sitting down on the bed.
"But I thought that you lived alone." You ask Tracy.
"That's true, but I live on the street, I'm homeless." Tracy explains with a nervous smile. "You got to do what you got to do." Tracy explains about how the pay she earns isn't enough to rent a room.
You feel sorry for Tracy and think about how you could help the girl with her problem.
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