The car in the driveway was a basic sedan. It needed a wash but that wasn’t what tugged at my gut instinct. The back seat was jam-packed full of stuff. I walked closer to peer inside. The passenger seat was clear, but the rest of the car was stuffed. It looked like someone—or a couple of someones—living out of their car. Oh hell no. This was exactly what had happened with those squatters a couple of years ago. A random couple with a drug problem who’d been living out of their car moved into one of my vacant rental houses. It had taken months to get them out. Total pain in the ass. I was not
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Uh oh lol
