The machine broke at 3:17 AM on a Thursday, which was exactly the kind of timing that made Kelly Dunn want to scream.
She was standing on the factory floor of the Cole Manufacturing plant in Detroit, watching a stamping press that had been running for twelve years slowly grind itself into silence, and she was thinking about the electric bill, and the rent, and her daughter's school shoes that were two sizes too small because Kelly had been spending twelve dollars a week on gas instead of shoes. Danny Cole was...
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