“Michael, your wife is looking for you downstairs.”
“I have no words.”
“My wife is upstairs.”
“I have no energy.”
“Karen called.”
“If I kick you in the head, would it kill me?”
“The Queen sent for you.”
“Nirvana take me, for I am nothing.”
“Was tonight your daughter's recital?”
“Broccoli, with feet.”
Morgan paused at that one. “I have ammo for the .38.”
Michael nodded numbly. “Make it a double. Aim low.”
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