The Man Who Changed
I first noticed Marcus was different on a Tuesday in March. He had been gone for two weeks—said he was staying with a friend in Queens—and when he came back, he was driving a black SUV that cost more than my annual rent. He parked it in the spot where his old Honda used to sit, the one with the dented door and the checkered seat cover that Mrs. Gable on the fourth floor had once said reminded...
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