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Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

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“You rezoned the Maple Street building last week,” I said, keeping the hood of my car between us. “I saw the paperwork at the Town Hall.”

George set the shears down on a wooden bench, his jaw tightening as he checked his watch again. “How I manage my private assets is not the concern of a tenant who cannot pay her monthly rent.”

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