Cameras showed I’d left route.
Came back with groceries.
Sat in my car too long.
I hadn’t stolen product for myself.
But I had given away a pizza.
And time.
I called him.
“You can’t just give things away,” he said flatly. “It’s not your money.”
“She didn’t have food,” I replied.
“That’s not our responsibility.”
There it was.
The sentence that splits rooms in half.
Not. Our. Responsibility.
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