Justin caught my gaze through the camera lens—his seething anger flaring yet constrained by the broadcast.
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“Is she for real? She drew first and snagged the best place?!”
“She’s so shameless!”
“No way she got it fair—totally shady.”
“Honestly, Justin offered—shouldn’t she be grateful?”
“Privileged much? Get her off All-Around Worker!”
Hope she trips and disappears forever.”
Great. Just what I needed.
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We arrived at the dilapidated four-story building—our temporary home.
Basements housed the cheapest rooms: bare bones—bed, table—no bathroom, shared facilities, $50/day.
First floor was empty—just an entryway.
Second-floor “Haunted House”: fine decor, chilling backstories—exaggerated blood stains, nooses, hidden holes, giant stick figures. Justin’s room even inc
