The landlord stood, scowling. At midnight the Sheriff’s deputies could legally enter and start placing the Kiernan’s belongings on the curb.
Lincoln put the last of his three bags of stuff in the back of his cousin’s truck.
The whole block was shifting. Lofts where Section Eights had been.
German sports cars where hoopties once languished.
Lincoln Kiernan…
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