"No, George, let me tell you, you're a piece of work, Gwen lives here, not you, and as for me, you know nothing about me, this warehouse, is mine, not leased, not rented, mine, I own it. Gwen pays me to live here, and Jack Thomson, oh boo fucking hoo, a rich asshole gets what coming to him after his son gets me suspended and now you, you come here, siking the cops on me, trying to make me feel like I'm not good enough? At least I don't harass teenage boys while the city gets overrun by crooks and murders. At least I don't spend my Sunday feeling the balls of some senator so I can get a new tank for my department. So George, unless Gwen asks you to stay unless Gwen invites you over, how about you get the fuck off my property." Peter waved the half-eaten burger towards the door, his gesture obvious, before stuffing it fully into his mouth.
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