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Chapter 167: What Do We Want?

Author: Megan Matthews
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"Why do you rent from Pierce if you hate him so much?" This is the question I often levy at Katy, but she never has an answer. Well she does, but it's always something about being able to live close to the water and how can she rent from anyone besides Pierce.

"Where else can I live? I can't leave now. I've grown attached to the place." Her expected answer.

"And why are you staging a protest for a building that's already been destroyed?" I look down at my empty piece of white poster board, drawing a blank on exactly what I'm supposed to write. There's no helpful cheat sheet like in high school where you can easily find a cute little poem to write based on a rhyme around a player's last name.

"It was Pearl's idea. She heard after the building is down they plan to put in a mega tall skyscraper. Like ten stories."

I nod my head like I completely agree with how horrible this will be, but Katy forgot one important detail. I've been living in Vegas. Ten stories is nothing. Our Rite A
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