The Next Day, a Sheriff Knocked on My Door

My name is Marcus. I’m thirty-six years old, and I’ve spent my entire adult life working with engines and oil.

Grease lives under my fingernails. My jeans are permanently stained. No matter how often I wash my jackets, the scent of gasoline never quite leaves. That has been my everyday uniform for almost twenty years.

I work at a small, …

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