“You can’t kick me out!” said Shayla.
Dexter adjusted his $2000 suit, glancing at the rotting walls. “I can. Check your lease.”
“That ain’t right!”
“Too uneducated to read? It’s not my problem,” sniffed Dextor. “Where’s the door?”
After years fighting to improve herself in Nursing School, Shayla had had enough. “You don’t know your own slums? Right there,” she pointed.
Dexter fell twenty feet after walking through a door the city should’ve condemned. She drove the unconscious landlord (slumlord) to 32nd and Kennedy, the city’s most dangerous corner.
“It’s not safe here!” protested Dexter.
Shayla smirked. “Too uneducated about the streets? It’s not my problem.”
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