“Someone put you through the wringer,” Murphy said.
“If that’s true then I’d be a lot cleaner,” Marc countered. “Also a fair bit thinner.”
Marc’s mind was looping through dozens of scenarios such a situation played out. So much so that it forced him to focus on something else. He thought back to the memory of a musical concerto to excise this proverbial demon.
“Did you know there would be a surprise waiting for us?” Murphy asked.
“Honestly?” Marc said. “No.”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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