Sample V-03: The Muddy Truth
The trailer smelled of stale cigarettes and old arguments. Leo sat at the small plastic table, listening to his father and mother scream at each other. It was a familiar soundtrack—a rhythmic, grinding noise that had defined every single day of his thirty-four years. They weren't fighting about anything specific; they were just fighting because that was the only way they knew how to...
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