Identity Crisis

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2026-05-04 18:47:37 -

Identity Crisis

Act I The bus to Flint left at seven. Denise sat by the window with a paper cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago and watched Detroit roll past in shades of gray and rust. She was thirty-two, had two kids she saw on weekends, and was currently between jobs because her last employer had decided "restructuring" meant "you're fired." The bus rattled through neighborhoods where the...

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