“You’d know. Weren’t you, like, twelve when Marcus was born? I bet you’re still traumatized from the sea of shit.” Marcus is my younger brother. Marcus does not exist. He’s just another fictional element in the landscape of the fictional life that I’ve created for myself. The devil’s in the details. Any good storyteller knows that to hook a reader, you need the minutiae—the stories, and experiences, and the little details that flesh out the skeleton of your tale. They put meat on a story’s bones. Marcus is the lynchpin of many of my stories. How many times have I regaled Mara and my other
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