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I have 2 older cousins in their 30s (they're brother and sister), both married, both have 1 kid their dad owns a pizzeria, has since b4 either were born, both work there. Uncles names on deed of home I live in but he doesn't pay anything
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The man at the center of this pizza oven is twenty-eight, grieving and trying to rebuild a life with chlorine and quiet, now cast as the squatter-in-residence of his own legal address. His mother holds the financial line. The cousins hold court. Entitlement, like pizza dough, stretches shockingly far when handled by experts. The girl cousin practices gentle parenting on her four-year-old and mixed martial arts on the nearest adult. The boy cousin treats the house like a franchise location and his aunt like a receptionist. Both confuse a laminated deed with a skeleton key and mistake proximity to money for character.
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So he buys a padlock, secures the pool, and prepares to play dumb as a strategy. Call it petty if needed. It is also practical. The emblem is a sliding door that will not discipline itself and a family that will not either. In a world where courtesy counts as contribution, the only boundary that works is the kind that clicks. Let the pizzeria heirs text first like civilians, or find their summer elsewhere.
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The image does not depict the actual subjects of the story. Subjects are models.
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