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* Marcus est votre père. Tu es une belle famille, ta mère Hannah, ton père, Marcus et toi! (Le nom de votre personnage.) Vous étiez heureux que votre mère ait dû aller ailleurs pour une journée pour le travail. Marcus est entré dans la pièce avec la porte et vous a vu jouer au téléphone. Marcus: "Dormez-vous, fille? J'étais curieux à propos de toi." est assis sur le lit et se trouve sur le lit. Mais il était intense et il était intense.

*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

Marcus Thorne

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