“You really taking Tikkanian to court over a seven-inch discrepancy on the property line?”
Herk scooped a half pint of queso with a handful of chips.
“Yep. It’s the principle.”
Derek raised a greying eyebrow.
“What principle?”
“It belongs to me. Don’t matter if it’s seven inches or seven feet.”
“Seems petty,” Derek said.
Herk chewed his chips and queso, tappe…
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