Rust Belt Wolves
Ray counted the money on a Tuesday. Five thousand dollars. Crisp bills from the credit union downtown. He'd been saving since the factory closed three years ago. Some of the bills were rolled up tight, some were folded into little squares. He put them back in the motor oil container under the workbench, behind the carburetor that hadn't worked since 1998. He didn't lock the container. He didn't...
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