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For the next seventy-two minutes, Leo didn’t exist. He wasn't a poor kid with a deadbeat dad and a mom who yelled. He was a vessel for someone else’s rage, and it felt like coming home. Eminem rapped about a trailer park, about a crazy girlfriend, about being so angry he could chew through a brick wall. Leo had never been to Detroit, but he knew that feeling. It was the same feeling as watching his mom cry over an eviction notice. It was the same feeling as getting shoved into a locker for having holes in his shoes.

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"That’s us," Leo said, his voice hoarse. "Not the drowning part. The… being invisible part. Writing letters no one reads." For the next seventy-two minutes, Leo didn’t exist