Chapter 3: A Price for Shelter

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Mike From the moment she showed back up at our house, she was nothing but a spoiled rotten brat. Sasha didn't know the value of a dollar, and didn't know how easy she had it living at home completely rent and bill free while most of the country was struggling. Sasha was always headstrong, and I'd always loved that about her, that she was a free spirit with her own agency. But she was too idealistic, and didn't seem to understand the realities of hard times. Inflation was crazy, gas prices were through the roof, it was just a whole bunch of awful situations stacked up on each other. When she came home, she just thought of it as moving back in and having to deal with someone else's rules. She didn't realize that she was another mouth to feed, and that all of our bills went up while she wa

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