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"What do you mean you're not going to air my segment?" Marie screeched into her phone.
It was nightfall and the white van was parked on a corner half a city away from the condemned apartment building. She sat in the front cab with her cameraman in the driver's seat beside her. The van was parked on a curb that abutted one of the long city parks that took up a whole block for the pleasure of the residents. A few of the tall trees cast their shadow over the van as the woman inside seethed.
"We just don't have room for it," the female voice on the other end of the line told her.
Marie threw up one arm. "What do you have room for?"
"People would rather hear about those wolf sightings than the crumbling buildings they're living in," the woman pointed out.
"That trash? Why the hell
