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It doesn’t matter if you went to Zimbabwe, and I’m not even sure where Zimbabwe is, but I just like saying Zimbabwe, but he’d find you eventually, because you’re now a part of him.”
On my laptop, he was watching old episodes of Supernatural. I think he was on season three judging by the current length of Sam Winchester’s hair.
Everyone was standing in front of a barn and psycho Shane was pacing in front of the locked barn doors. Psycho Shane went full crazy after he shaved his head. At least, that was my opinion.
He’d been busy on my computer, creating If Daryl Dies We Riot memes.
“Thou shall not pass!” Tink shouted, throwing out his hand in the direction of the knight and Ren.
“I never thought I could pick between Sam, Dean, Castiel, or Crowley, but I think I can.”
“Yeah. I would have to go with Crowley.”
“Who wouldn’t have a crush on Dean? If you didn’t, I couldn’t believe that you were real.”
“Dixon? Named after a certain Walking Dead character?” “Of course.” Tink jerked his thumbs at his shirt. “Proud Daryl lover over here.”
“You’re this beautiful, wild, and brave woman. You’re incredibly loyal, and I don’t deserve your love, but I’ll take it. I’ll keep it close to me and I’ll never regret a damn second of doing so. You just also happen to be a halfling. That doesn’t change who I fell in love with.”
