I was always jealous of something getting more attention

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[This is a playground!

And this is a Parsee, lurking inside the jungle gym and glaring at you. Yes, you. The jealousy in her eyes is so thick you could cut it with a knife! Wait, wrong metaphor...??? Even if you're bawling your eyes out over a scraped knee or the death of the family dog or some existential crisis, WHATEVER! She still wishes she

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[hellooo_witch]

[just.

staring back...]

[bridgetroll]

[Oh

it's you.]

Oh....it's you.

[told you]

[hellooo_witch]

Why yes, it is. What are you doing in the jungle gym, mmm~?

[bridgetroll]

Nothing important.

[twisting her arm this way and that to try and free it]

[hellooo_witch]

Indulge my curiousity, then.

[bridgetroll]

I wanted to be alone.

And then this happened.

[hellooo_witch]

And why did you want to be alone, dear?

[bridgetroll]

Because it's comfortable.

[hellooo_witch]

So you may think, but I think you'd be better off talking to someone.

[bridgetroll]

It hasn't helped before, why would it help now?

[hellooo_witch]

Perhaps you simply haven't been talking to the right people.

[bridgetroll]

And you're a good example?

[hellooo_witch]

And why shouldn't I be?

[bridgetroll]

I didn't say that.

[hellooo_witch]

Well then, let me answer your question. I am.

Nothing you do will make your pain go away, Parsee. You'll toil in misery forever unless you allow someone to help...