“Them. Them. Always them. No one called them by name. No one in the group spoke. They all stood still, waiting. For what, Marcus didn’t know. Suddenly, he felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else.” So, yeah. I’m sitting at Shoal Creek trying not to weep. God, the fucking symbolism and parallels. I wanna scream and cry and vomit. I’m gonna need a day before I write my review.
— Nov 08, 2025 11:33AM
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