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CHAPTER 57: MEETING THE COMMUNITY

Author: Pearl Designs
last update publish date: 2026-09-12 13:04:20
We set up chairs on Saturday.

60 of them.

In the middle of the library.

Town hall, the flyer said.

Come ask us anything.

About the fire.

About the lawsuit.

About why we're here.

Damian was nervous.

He paced by the front desk.

Checked the door three times.

We don't have to do this, he said.

Yes we do, I said.

If we want them to trust us, we have to show up.

At 6PM the room filled.

Parents.

Teachers.

The bodega guy.

Lila and her mom.

Old men with baseball caps
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