There was a small, wet popping sound. Then another, and another. A cacophony of wet kisses, accompanied by the shambling of reeds, echoed closer and closer.Rob’s hackles raised, as he knew the abomination’s namesake. With an audible, inward gasp, he mouthed:“Murph”.
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