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“Homeless?” Aaron said skeptically. “There are no homeless here, even omegas. We build houses every year.”
“And sometimes the backlog of omegas trying to get into houses send them back to their parents' houses. When I was younger some people even came by the orphanage looking for food when they were living on the street.
I also know of a widow with a child who lives on the outskirts because their house roof collapsed. It was taking months to fix and she couldn’t live there anymore. So she asked for new housing and she was 15th in line. So she found a small fishing hut on the outskirts and she’s been there for 6 months. I bring her food when I can.”
It was so quiet. It was another jawdropping moment for everyone at the table. How does no one know nothing of this? Axel’s jaw cli
