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

had built a barricade.

When the manager unlocked the doors, he tried to ignore us. But as he walked in, Mia followed him. She held the door open. “We’re here to do laundry,” she said.

We marched in. But we didn’t just wash clothes. The community had brought more boxes. Plastic bins. They lined them up against the wall. A new wall. Bigger. Stronger.

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