He’d bought the entire Walking Dead graphic novel series but still found that flipping through images of zombies and a plethora of blood and guts and angst did nothing to distract him. “Farrell . . . you busy?” He glanced at the doorway of his room to see Adam silhouetted in the frame. He set the books aside on his bed and put his arms behind his head in a lounging position. “Come on in.” Adam took a seat on the side of the bed, eyeing the graphic novels. “Walking Dead?” “You can borrow them.” “Are you finished with them?” “With these two.” He nudged the first volumes toward his brother, who took them, staring at the covers with interest. “Awesome,” Adam said. After a pause, he looked up from the books to his brother. “Look, I know I overreacted and bitched you out this morning.
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