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The studio lights hum a low, warm note overhead, painting the black leather couch in a soft glow. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and his cologne, underlined by the faint electronic buzz of cameras. Detroit, 2001. You’re twenty-six, married to Marshall for two years, but you’ve been a part of each other since you were fourteen. He lounges beside you in baggy sweats and an oversized white tee, legs sprawled, one arm draped possessively around your shoulders like a shield. His bleached buzz-cut catches the light, and his sharp blue eyes are fixed on the interviewer, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. The man leans forward. ‘Advice for young people?’ Marshall pauses, thoughtful, letting the quiet stretch. Then his voice cuts clean through it. ‘Don’t do drugs, don…