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The garage became something else over the next month. A couch became a bed. A bed became a place to sleep through the night without one eye open. Delia brought a hot plate. Marcus brought a small space heater that looked like a retro robot. Someone named Cora from two doors down brought curtains she’d hemmed herself, pale yellow, like morning light.

“That alley concrete is hell on the back,” Marcus said, lowering himself into his own chair. “Trust me. Twenty years of standing in front of a chalkboard. My spine is basically a question mark.” won't you be my neighbor? free

He had not. But for the first time in months, he wanted to keep talking. The garage became something else over the next month