Sample V-06: The Gilded Cage
(Style B1: New York Realism) My brother David loves me. That's what he tells everyone. That's what he tells *me*. But David's love is a heavy thing, a thick blanket that slowly cuts off your oxygen. It started with the "safety checks." First, it was the locks on the doors. Then, it was the way he'd insist on walking me to the subway. And then, the stairs. Our apartment in the Upper East Side...
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