Sample V-07: The Weight of the Net
I can still smell the salt and the rotting fish whenever I close my eyes. It's been ten years, but the scent of that pier in New Jersey never really leaves you. My brother, Marcus, was the kind of man who made you feel small just by being decent. He was the one who stayed behind to take care of our parents, who spent his weekends fixing their leaking pipes and listening to their endless,...
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