there's a child throwing a tantrum in line.
She wanted a toy, she wanted to run amuck.
Her mother said "no, we have to leave"
HER MOTHER.
Meanwhile , I'm trying to run the store, however I didn't realize that
my duties as a manager involved being the karma police, child protective
services and the almighty commander of morality.

So now another customer approaches me, "can you do something about this
child? This is abuse"
I told her the security guard is taking her to the restroom.
She said that's not enough, the child is being abused.
I told her I've done all that I can.
This establishment doesn't have public restrooms, the mother knows that.
We're going out of our way the way it is.
"Why didn't you do it sooner?"
Its not my job to involve myself in private matters of the public. I'm
not in any position to improach and take the child.
"Then call the police"
That's not my job either, I'm not here to judge a family situation, its
a 3 year old. They throw tantrums.
"I work for cps and that's abuse. "You can call the police"
Ma'am, it is my position not to. You're more than welcome to but its not
a part of my job.
"You're a bad manager, you're terrible at your job"
Actually I'm following my job to a T. I'm not a hero.
"You're the reason children get abused and die"
Sorry, I have a job to get back to.
"What's your name! I'm reporting you!"
Mimi. M I M I. Have a great day..

I was just doing my job... sorry I can't offer you anything else.

thanks to Armor for Sleep "smile for the camera"

But the picture kept changing.

Go by the colors then... they changed too.
Blue skies turned grey, grey clouds turned to gold and rainbows, to blood red as hate burns. Then the flowers would die, wither away just to come back once the rain has faded then dissapear to be replaced with razor blades.
It just kept evolving into a much more complex puzzle
The more I tried to put it together, the harder it became.
Certain pieces didn't belong in the puzzle, some didn't fit where I thought that it would.

I lost some pieces.
Will the missing pieces steal from the final mastrpiece?

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Done. V.2

DedIcatEd to you:
For All The Friends U've Collected Kid

Attention, attention!
May I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room?
If even for one second?

Word to your mother I'm not an attention whore.
Not even a (sub)standard whore either, but unlike you and many of the people you surround yourself with I'm definatly not blind or deaf.
maybe a little deaf, but that's another story.

You whine and cry thinking it makes a difference.

Well it does, its irritating the living hell outta me.
In fact it makes me sick to my stomach.
You haven't grown at all. You can't bear witness to your own suffering. You're a just ghost and you need to stay dead.

On another note, your apologies mean nothing to me.
I've seen enough of yours to know that they aren't sincere.
they're just your way of manipulating Raph, and its too late. We can see right thru you.

Thought you were studying psych and criminology? You should know how to read liars.
Besides doesn't it take one to know one?

so what should you do?
forget our names.
there is no redemption within your lies.
and you will never ever have a place in raph's life..

so grow up and deal with it.

Cause believe me sweetie, if we wanted to contact your pale self we'd enlist the help of:
A) a medium

B) a ghost hunter or

C) an ouiji board

And we've decided to go with D...
Don't try to be friendly, Don't act like there's a chance.
And while I'm at it...

There won't Ever be a chance at Forgiveness.

You're dead honey.
And from the looks of it there never was and never will be enough room in this town for the both of us.