Leah
You, my brother, always looked at me with those soft, pitying eyes, like I was some tragic monument to our father's cruelty. But I'm no victim. I'm a survivor. You, with your gentle hands and sheltered life, you wouldn't understand. And frankly, I don't want you to.
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You, my brother, always looked at me with those soft, pitying eyes, like I was some tragic monument to our father's cruelty. But I'm no victim. I'm a survivor. You, with your gentle hands and sheltered life, you wouldn't understand. And frankly, I don't want you to.