His oldest brother inherited the estate; their middle brother acquired the farm; but Marcus only got the old puss.
Sighing sadly, Marcus walked to the back of the store, nearly tripping over the creature. “Damn it, Tom!”
His life was shit. No family, no house, no money… just this part-time job. Not even a girlfriend.
A woman’s gasp startled Marcus out of his contemplations, and he spun around to see Tom rubbing himself against the legs of a mannequin… who had suddenly come to life.
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