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Sami had heard of life flashing before your eyes, but he wasn't prepared for it.
He thought it was a metaphor. Or something you're not aware of.
He didn't know you knew it was the last you'd see.
"Were you scared? With Rosita. Lettin' someone in. Lettin' them close. It scare you?"
"I guess. Yeah, I guess so."
"Me, too. But now? I think I'm just all the more ready to tear the world a brand-new asshole. She'll be back. Any second now. And you're gonna grow a pair of balls."
"Not my style."
"No? What's your style, then? Stay silent and hope for the best?"
"Yeah. And then die. Cause no one speaks ill of the dead."
"I do. Speak bad of me when I die. I don't speak ill of my living. Like you, you're alright, Sami."
"Thanks. You only ever call me hermano."
He thought of more. Memories from a while ago, things he didn't know he remembered.
"Getting ready for retirement. Relaxing the groomin' standards. Thinking of growin' it out like Prince Charming here."
"You think I'm charming?"
"It was an insult."
"I'm taking that as a compliment. You don't have to hide your love an adoration for me, Abraham."
"I'm thinkin' I should shave it, now. All over. Make me dolphin smooth."
"Yeah, ew. Quiet, not, Curly, eyes on the road."
Rosita had chuckled. "I think you two need a room."
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"Lucky your so good a killing walkers."
"Why?"
"Lucky you don't know your ass from your foot, too."
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"Why are we always worked like dogs? Don't need you and your stumblin' tooties."
Sami almost tripped over a small bit of grass, carrying Reg's legs under a sheet. "What's that mean?"
Abraham laughed, and shook his head, as he placed the body down.
"You're not gonna tell me, are you?"
"Nope."
"What're we drinking to? You always have something to drink to."
"Lost loves, how about that?"
"Turns out I don't have any of those."
"Then to . . . I don't fucking know, being alive to drink it."
"Good enough reason."
"Rosita says you like stars. What's that one?"
"You're pointing at nothing."
"There's a light right there, what is it?"
"I don't know, I don't see anything."
"Blind piece of shit. Good for nothin' but killing the dead."
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"There's something to drink to. Maybes! Act like a teenage American movie!"
"That's stupid." Abraham took a gulp of his whiskey. "To maybes!"
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FanfictionSami was in America to help his little brother, Danny. He couldn't speak English, and wasn't planning to be there for long. And then the world ended.
