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Sarah folded her arms tighter over her ample chest her head lifting high. "Now, what makes you think you can talk to me like that?" She asked him, her voice flatter than ever. She wondered if she should tell him. "You are not above the trading system, no matter who you think you are. No matter how much better you think you are. We all are equals now, all survivors. So no matter how damn rich you were, you also have to barter and trade." She spat. She was sure this was his first time being talked to like that. She hoped he would leave or better yet try to hit her, then she would have an excuse to shoot the damn prick. Wipe the rich jerk from the face of the earth.