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Bright Magenta Apple-Barrel Craft Paint. I carried it the entire time. The entire 5 minute hour. He walked up wearing white and beige and started to describe what he was looking for, while i stared at him thinking he reminded me of Shanahan. I didn't in fact pay any attention. There was something in the air. A feeling of wrong. Then i heard the shuffle, the crack of a baseball bat, silence. We turned around to see a woman lying on the floor, body trembling, convulsing, seizing. We ran to her, he knelt down to hold her, i looked around at the other customers. Does anyone know what to do? Does anyone know her? I ran to the front looking for Karen and it was Kristin i found. I told her about the woman on the floor and she ran to get Karen while i stayed up front and served a quirky old man who had no clue what was happening. I punched the keyboard and bagged the items with my one free hand, and saw Andy. He was on his cell phone calling the ambulance. That wasn't a crack of a bat i heard, it was the crack of her head. The blood spilled out freely, contrasting our scuffed white floors. Karen and Mariana had made a barrier with paper towel to try and contain it from seeping under our unmoveable displays. She lay there confused, not knowing her name, not understanding a word, just slightly breathing with a look of panic in her eyes. I wanted to comfort her, do anything to help her understand what was going on. She reminded me of my mother. That made me want to cry. As the paramedics and fireman came, we calmed down, took deep breaths, and tried to lighten the situation. But she didn't understand what was going on. To her, they were trying to hurt her. She cried out for help, but no one could comfort her. We did what we could to clean the blood and calm our nerves and tried to make sense of what had happened. And I walked to where it all began, and finally set the Bright Magenta where it belonged. Bright Magenta. Blood and baseball.
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whoa.
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what's it to you?
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