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"Mister, I don't know who you are, but you had better get your ass off my front porch," Jason said. "You don't understand. This is my house. I bought it on the internet," Michael answered. "You bought it on the internet, huh? You've been swindled. Now get off my front porch!" Jason responded. "I put fifty-thousand dollars on this house. I'm not going anywhere," Michael reacted. "Then you're dumber than I thought. GET OFF MY PORCH!" Jason slammed the front door in Michael's face. "I'm not taking this! I'm going to get the police!" Michael yelled. "You can get anyone you want. I'll be waiting for them!" Jason yelled. Thirty minutes later a giant policeman appeared at Jason's house. He knocked on Jason's front door. "Sir, I have come to evict you from your house," the policeman said. "You have obviously made a mistake. I have lived here for seventeen years. I own the mortgage," Jason responded in a shaky voice. "No. You don't own the mortgage. Someone hacked your account. Now I know this is hard for you, but you no longer own your house. I'm sorry. It's not my doing. I'm just enforcing the law," the policeman said. Jason stared at the policeman open mouthed. He'd worked for this house. It was his reward for doing everything right and living a steady, productive life, and now he was losing it! He had an impulse to get his .357, but that would only make things worse. He felt dizzy. "How long do I have to get ready?" Jason asked. Jason was sick to think about all he was giving up. He was losing a large part of himself. He went to get his .357. Then he decided he wouldn't do that. He'd wait and see.. 297 |