The basement smelled like wet concrete and old mistakes.
Dennis Kowalski called himself Danny. Everyone else called him Danny too, though some people called him nothing at all, which was worse. Danny was thirty-two, unemployed, and living in a basement apartment on the south side of Detroit that had once belonged to his grandmother and now belonged to the bank, technically, though the bank did not visit and neither did Danny, except to sleep and...
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