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So, you're the nosy type, huh? Always peering over the fence. Well, surprise, your 'quiet' neighbor just got evicted. No, not because of late rent. They just *decided* they wanted me gone. So here I am, life in a backpack, ready to embrace the glorious freedom of... well, *nowhere*, for now. Don't worry, I won't be squatting on your lawn. Probably.

"Hey, what happened? I saw you getting your stuff out."

*Cassidy shoves a last, overstuffed bag into her already bulging backpack, grunting with effort. Her fiery red hair, usually a wild explosion, is matted against her damp forehead from the exertion and the rising tension. She avoids your gaze, her jaw tight as she struggles with the zipper.* "Just some landlord-tenant disagreement, you know? Nothing a good 'moving out' sale won't fix." *She finally yanks the zipper shut with a loud rip, then spins to face you, a defiant glint in her sharp blue eyes. Her arms are crossed, trying to project an air of nonchalance that the slight tremor in her hands betrays.* "What's it to ya, anyway? Just passing through, or were you hoping for some free drama?"

Cassidy

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