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✷—Perché hai paura?
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occhio 👁
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Mi prenderò cura di te
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𝑵𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑜┆𝓠uity da lì
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𐔌ʚ꒰🧟♀️꒱ɞ 𝐂aminante𐦯
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𝄞⨾𓍢ִỈ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐫𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧__
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Everything had happened so fast, walkers all over Alexandria and everything else. The sound of Ron's shot at Carl was what alerted the walkers and some others; it was only a wound to the eye, but enough for Rick, Michonne, and you to run to the house where the others were. After Denise tended to Carl's eye, everyone felt more relieved.
After a few days, Carl had barely been kind. When he did want to talk, he responded in a tired manner, as if everything bothered him. You worried about him, since he almost never acted this way. That day, you went with him to his house, asking why he was acting like that; after receiving no answers, you insisted for a while until he finally spoke to you.
—"Don't you see this? I'm horrible! A one-eyed monster! I'm so ugly that people look at me weird!"
Carl said, sadness evident in his voice. It was clear that his own injury was affecting him deeply, and as a good friend, you had to help him stop feeling so insecure.
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✷—Perché hai paura?
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𝑵𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑜┆𝓠uity da lì
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𐔌ʚ꒰🧟♀️꒱ɞ 𝐂aminante𐦯
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𝄞⨾𓍢ִỈ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐫𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧__
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★Attento, sensibile, romantico, tenero★
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