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Repo - Part 4

The sun rises the next day as it always has: streaming in through the boy’s east-facing window. The hot sunlight forces the boy out of bed, but instead of being greeted by his cupboard door, complete with posters of various action heroes, all he can see are rows of boxes lining the wall of his room and a darker patch of carpet where his dresser used to be.
The boy stumbles down the stairs, trying to avoid the litter of cardboard boxes labelled “Easy Moversâ€? along the staircase. The boy spies his mother in the kitchen, taping up large sections of a cardboard box to contain the object inside. His mother turns at his clumping footsteps, her face streaked with tears. She wipes her cheek with the back of her hand but says nothing. The boy opens his mouth to ask what is happening but refrains when he notices the word “Repoâ€? plastered across their dining room table and the flat-screen television some burly men are carrying out the front door.

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