They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

and gets sick, I get sued.”

He picked up the box to throw it in the trash.

Mia stood up. She is 5’2″, but she blocked his path like a linebacker.

“Put it down,” she said.

“Excuse me?”

“That’s not yours,” a deep voice rumbled.

It was Big Mike, a construction worker in the corner. “That box had burn cream in it last week when I poured coffee on my hand. Put continue reading …