Sample-V03-The Neon Trap-202606102359.txt

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The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just made the neon lights bleed into the asphalt. I sat in my office, the ceiling fan cutting the smoke of a cheap cigar into rhythmic slices. My name is Vivian, and in this city, trust is a currency that nobody can afford. Leo was a politician with a smile that could sell ice to an Eskimo and a heart like a void. We had been "together" for...

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