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‘Oh my Sims God my back is killing me. What does that kid have in her trunk?’ Sara had to bring in the largest part of Becky’s load. The men seemed to be busy trying to hide from the owners of the Burb Town Houses. She looked around the apartment. It wasn’t too small for a one bedroom. The company had moved this girl over here to be closer to the job. They saw something in her that made them move quickly. She grabbed a bottle of water and looked out the window.
Tiffany was so mad she had to turn her back to the old man. He had moved a rolling box and spilled oil all over her beautiful sidewalk. Brad tried hard not to say anything. He could see the other men walking as fast as they could to the vans. Of course none of them could leave until Joe got out to sign the papers. Eventually Joe walked over to her. ‘Yes ma’am I have the paperwork, if you accept this I will hand you this check.’ Tiffany backed away from him. Indeed a man in his under ware, it was almost too much for her. Brad pushed her away and looked at the papers. ‘All fine, fine, lets get this over with. Give me that check and you can all leave.’
The chatter in the vans was so loud the Burb’s could still hear them. She was so mad she could not stop talking. Brad waved them on and the vans sped out of the parking area. Tiffany wanted to have more information on the young girl they just rented their precious apartment to. Brad turned and looked straight at her, trying to get her attention. He could see the beat up car slowing down. ‘Dear, you have to go inside now. I think the sun is too bright for us.’ Tiffany practically spit at him as she walked past him. She saw the car and stood defiant. She would not rent to anyone that road in a car of that kind. The car slowed, and then sped up to catch up with the vans. Ricky heard later from them about this woman. He had to find a new way to get Becky home, or she would be in trouble all night long with that kind of lady.
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