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"You do one thing t'me, and I'll make y'darlin' girlfriend's life a hell."

"Watch yer mouth.  That’s my brother yer insultin’.  Yer not careful, you’ll have an arrow so far up yer ass, y’ain’ gonna be sittin fer weeks."  

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"Can't last without that racist scum, an' as far as I was concerned, Merle's dead, right?"

"An’ why th’hell would ya think that?  Huh?”

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"If it ain't the hick's brother. Thought you'd be dead by now"

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hi new followers

fancy making me starters? i have things to do on other accounts ><

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"Did I say you could leave?" A hand wrapped around her arm and tugged her backwards "I want my food."

Carol didn’t make a noise, but his words hurt. She finished cleaning and just went into the kitchen to do the dishes.

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Ed didn't say anything, a brow raising as he brought the now opened bottle to his mouth "Now to get you out of sight, and my night is perfect"

Carol shook her head. “Today is Saturday. You said she could sleep over at her friend, Christina’s, tonight.”

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"Where's the brat? She better not be messin' around with anything upstairs. I wont be cleanin' up her mess." He muttered bitterly, hands grasping onto the fridge door. A beer would calm him down a little. At least he hoped.

Carol flinched before going to clean up the food he sent everywhere. It wasn’t even cold as she picked it up. She wondered if he did this because he was angry, and this was how it came out, or if it had developed into a game for him.

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Somewhat of a sneer placed itself on Ed's face, and he bit back a laugh as he looked at the plate. Lifting his hand up, the elder man sent the food everywhere "It's fuckin' cold."

"I made dinner…" Carol said quietly, barely looking at Ed.

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"-- Look what the fucking cat dragged in."