My Neighborhood Chairman Publicly Branded Me A Water Thief And Drove Me From The Pottery Market, Believing A Young Ceramicist Never Read Utility Records, But My Archived Meter Report Drained His Authority.
At an Asheville pottery market, Akari loses her stall after a neighborhood chairman calls her a water thief. With her kiln classes at risk, she opens an old records box while he prepares another demand for money.
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