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The owner of the used furniture shop "Used but Neas a tall, scrawnyclipped to his shirt that bore the e bikie owned shop He had that air of authority and importance about hi to have a ith hi my nice clothes because he looked past me as I stood in front of him like I was a peasant unworthy of his attention The years in tiding er into an almost non-existent entity had softened me up and made me into a passive type of person that took the abuse when thrown atnews of her change – as well as the change in that house – I really wasn’t in thefor?" he’d eventually asked when I’d told him about the house

"I don’t want any one I need the place cleared out," I explained, feelingme in the eyes

"I’m not some dump truck that’ll just take anyone’s furniture I have a certain taste Look aroundof subpar standards"

"If you’re trying to tell me I’m trash, then you’re a really shit businessman," I snapped "The furniture at my mother’s house is barely a year old Most definitely not subpar standards, and you could have had it all for free, but your shit attitude’s ruined that I’o and find a better businessman, thank you very much"

I stormed out of there before he could say another word Really, the audacity! I looked down at my clothes once more Certainly not trash worthy at all! Maybe the asshole had so to everyone If there was one thing I learned in the last few years it was that some people were just mean There didn’t have to be a reason for it

"Miss?" I heard just as Itoward me with a notepad and pen in his hand His face didn’t look as stern as before, but there was still that air of intimidation as he approached "I meant no offense," he said "I’d be happy to take a look at the furniture If you could give me your number, I can contact you with the time I can come around"

I took the pen and notepad from his hand and jotted downby? I’ht be able to on Friday"

"Friday?" I looked up at higed "I have a large warehouse full of furniture, anddeliveries and pick-ups I don’t have a lot of tiet the landlord to be there on Friday because I sure as hell didn’t want to stick around another three days "Alright," I begrudgingly said

When I handed him the paper, he looked down at my nahter, aren’t you?"

Jesus, how many people knew my mother? "Yes"

"Terribly sorry for your loss, Miss Nolan Your ood woood day" He turned around and hurriedly race had evaporated into an aardness that left me confused What the hell was that all about?