It's Friday Picture Show time again.
How many houses have I seen in my rear-view mirror?  

Another devastated wife stands in the doorway.  Her tears ruin her makeup.  Little Tommy cries.  He can't understand why his father would leave him.  What am I supposed to say?  Sure, it hurts, but I can't change the way things are.

I know I should feel something.  Some remorse for leaving them that way, but I just can't let myself.  There is no room for tears.

When it's time to go, I'm the one to take him away.  It's my job.  There's a reason why they call the reapers grim.

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