Detroit taught people how to recognize danger before they recognized love.
Sometimes the two looked exactly the same.
The first time they met, she was holding a leaking trash bag with pepper spray tucked into the back pocket of her jeans.
He was slouched on a couch in a smoke-filled studio room that should've been empty. Hood up, cigarette hanging from his mouth.
When he shoulder-checked her on the way out, she knew she didn't like the guy.
And somehow, that was the beginning.
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