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Danika nodded slowly. She pulled out her own SEPTA Key card from her lanyard. “What stop you need?”

She didn’t have crisp currency. She had a five that had been folded in her coat pocket for three days, its edges soft as felt, bearing the ghost of a coffee spill. In her other pocket, she had two quarters, a dime, and three pennies. Sixty-three cents. The train home cost $2.50. reload septa key card

She could call her sister, Tanya. Ask for five bucks to be Venmo’d. But Tanya had already paid for Marcus’s school supplies last month. The ledger of favors in her family was already bleeding red. Danika nodded slowly