My Rights
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I grab the trash can and quickly grab all the valuables out. A man walked up to me screaming. He slapped my cheek which is now red. "You poor bitch it's my property" he spits in my face. "It's trash you don't want it" I say "just because I'm poor and a woman doesn't mean I'm worthless" . I rushed off leaving the trash lying around his yard
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So. Guys. I have barley seen any stories revolving around our umbrella wielding, emotionless potato over here Umbrella : Really? Me : Shut up Anyway. So I have decided to take matters into my own hands and write this little trashy story for the Umbrella lovers out there. (*Warning : Possible slow updates*)

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