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AUTHOR'S POV
“Did you hit your head on a stone or something?” Maguire asked with a frown, his arms folded. He didn't want to give off the anxiety that was eating him whole as a result of the question. His insides churned with nervousness but he tried to maintain his cool on the outside.
“I didn't hit my head on anything. I'm just curious.”
“You better give up that curiosity because I'm starting to think you're slowly going crazy. If not a crazy man, who would ask me such a question?” He snapped and Mason rolled his eyes.
“I'm trying to find out something here, Maguire. You two aren't related by blood, so something like that is possible. Why are you acting like I'm the confused one here?”
“That's because you're the confused one. You're the one who keeps saying gibberish to my face
