Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

the post,” Marcus said.

I unfolded the paper and saw a official receipt from the bank with a stamp that read paid in full.

“The three months of back rent,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Marcus, I cannot take this from you.”

“The boys pooled some money together,” Marcus said, stroking his beard. “The ledger is clear through the first of May.”

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