[ Murphy lives and breath in his self-depreciation. He'll kick himself down before anyone else has a chance to do it. And, even then, they'll kick him when's he's scrabbling to get up again. ]
You made me? How would you have made me [ , Murphy asks incredulously. His eyebrows pull up, perplexed by this. ] So, uh, he's going to flip when he sees me.
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You made me? How would you have made me [ , Murphy asks incredulously. His eyebrows pull up, perplexed by this. ] So, uh, he's going to flip when he sees me.