[ Murphy looked like his father, too. He thought that's why his mother hated him as much as she did after his death. He was a living reminder of what she had lost. And that Murphy was the reason for his father's death, his mother made sure to let him know. For years until she had passed away herself, choked on her vomit.
Boohoo, Murphy. Boohoo. ]
What's different about us? Me and the Murphy that you know? [ It is a thought that nags in the back of his mind. He needs to compare himself, as always. ]
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Boohoo, Murphy. Boohoo. ]
What's different about us? Me and the Murphy that you know? [ It is a thought that nags in the back of his mind. He needs to compare himself, as always. ]