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His Uncle's Knowledge
Morgan frowned at that. It seemed that was all he was doing then. Everything that came through gave him more of a reason to deeply consider what was going on around him. “Don’t play stupid with me either,” Uncle Bill pushed. “I’ve been in this life for too long not to know these things.” “What things?” Morgan asked, unconvincingly. Liia moaned, clutching her stomach, then dropped to the floor beside them. Morgan flew out of his seat then to get to her side, unsure of what to do with his hands. “Hey,” he cooed, trying to sound like he had this under control. “Come on, honey. Ya gotta tell me what’s wrong,” he said, “Or I can’t help ya.” Morgan could practically hear Dylan getting ready to run his mouth before it happened. He wanted to cream him for the bullshit he pulled all night.
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