Sample V-07: The Geometry of Longing
(New York Realism) I watched her from across the street. Clara was standing in line at a coffee shop in Midtown, her shoulders hunched against the biting November wind. She was wearing a beige trench coat that made her blend into the concrete and the grey sky. She looked tired. Not the kind of tired that comes from a long day, but the kind that comes from years of pretending to be okay. I...
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