She hissed, right there behind my ear, and I had the horrible idea she was spitting maggots into my hair. Why maggots were a problem when I was about to be dead, I didnโt know, but the idea completely grossed me out. โIn the womb I heard you die, for no one lives when a banshee cries.โ I wasnโt just going to die. I was going to be rhymed to death. That simply wasnโt fair.
C.E. MurphyThank God genuine video phones hadn't been invented. I hadn't even grabbed a towel. Ford Prefect would despair of me.
C.E. MurphyMusic, unleashed, can uplift and create and destroy, stripping away pretenses and leaving raw, exposed vulnerability behind.
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