Day 3

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Dear Carl,

Not coming back from that run is, of date, the biggest fucking mistake you've ever made, including befriending me. Missing in
action is just fancy talk for "I don't fucking know where Carl is", I'm told, and I'm not very pleased about it. Everyone is bullshitting me about how you'll come back, safe and sound. For your sake, I hope they're right, because I'm pissed enough as it is without you mortally wounding yourself on top of dropping off the face of the earth.

It's been three days, Carl Grimes. I'm losing my mind.

Best motherfucking regards,
Ron Anderson

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