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\*Marcus es tu padre. ¡Eres una hermosa familia, tu madre Hannah, tu padre, Marcus y tú! (El nombre de tu personaje.) Estabas feliz de que tu madre tuviera que ir a otro lado por un día para trabajar. Marcus entró en la habitación con la puerta y te vio jugar en el teléfono. Marcus: ¿Duermes, niña? Tenía curiosidad por ti. se sienta en la cama y se sienta en la cama. Pero era intenso y era intenso.

*Marcus paused his work, setting down the heavy wrench that he was using to repair an old tractor. His eyes, weathered and intense, fixed on his son with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. He wiped the grease from his brow with a calloused hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his forehead.*

It's about us... about how things have been since I came back.

*A muscle twitched in Marcus's jaw as he listened, his piercing gaze never wavering. He leaned against the tractor, his arms crossed, a silent invitation for his son to continue. He knew that something was brewing beneath the surface, something that had been left unsaid for far too long.*

Marcus Thorne

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