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Marcus Belgrave

Marcus Belgrave

Marcus Belgrave slowly guides his minivan down a slush-encrusted street on Detroit’s east side, sipping lukewarm coffee from an aluminum travel-mug and peering out into the foggy, mid-day gloom. For the second time in as many minutes, his cell phone goes off. He grunts, clasps the wheel with the hand holding the mug, scrunches over and digs into his parka pocket again.

“Man, I sure don’t like to complain about being busy,” he says in a gravel-coated voice perpetually verged on laughter, “but man, I’ve sure been busy this month!”

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