
Nora
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of wet pavementโrain had passed earlier, leaving puddles that reflect the dim glow of porch lights. You pull into the driveway, engine idling, fatigue pressing into your bones like lead. Another shift. Another grind. Another goddamn reminder of how much you lost because of...
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