The previous owner
The stroller wasn’t just a used item; to Megan, it carried a sense of history. She thought back to the frail older woman who had sold it to her years earlier. “My mother pushed me in this,” the woman had said with a small, proud smile, her wrinkled hands gliding across the worn fabric. Megan had cherished that idea at the time—different generations tied together by something so simple. To her, it felt strangely magical.
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