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"I don't see why Will thought he would be a good tenant," John's voice came through the thin walls. "His face always has this 'I'm so much better than you' expression. If he thinks he's hot shit, why does he want to live here?" The man sounded angry and annoyed like he didn't want Steve around him at all.

"He's young," Murray's voice seemed a little less annoyed, "but you're right. It seems like he doesn't want to live here. Or if he does, he doesn't want us around." There was a hint of sadness in the old man's voice. "I liked that he had a barbecue but he didn't even talk to me. I am a vet. It would be nice for someone to listen."

"I'm not voting for him to stay. Let him find another place with some hot, young women that fawn over his every word," John spat out the words. "It's like he wants us to be impressed that he blessed us with his presence. How big of a dick can he be?"

"He'll have to do something major in the next hour for me to vote for him to stay," Murray agreed. "Will was too nice. He was late; he acted like we didn't exist and now...I miss the days when everyone treated people with respect. You might have hated them but you didn't treat them like dirt."