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Teared up here: "Each night now, the kid trades his helmet for Marshall’s big beanie. Only in sleep."

Loved this description: "deep and smooth like clover honey, the intent behind every word clear and precise because of how important the words are to him."

And this one: " temporary scar in the fluorescent light"

Great chapter! So many gems. Fuckin' Truck, though. Why's he in every town?

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I feel like Marshall is smashing archetypes in the best possible ways

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Catching up, loving it !! Cant wait to see what else Marshall and Beaver be like

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