Day 10

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Dear Carl,

It's 2 in the morning, but I couldn't sleep thinking about how cold it is. It's so cold, Carl, I really hope you found somewhere to take shelter.

Denise says it might snow if it starts to rain. Even though that would be kind of cool, I don't want you to be snowed out of Alexandria. Hopefully, the snow will hold off until you get back, and we can make a snow man or something dumb like that.

You've been popping up in my dreams lately, and before you start making fun of me, it's just because I'm afraid you're going to die, or you're already dead. You're usually hurt or worse, like a walker just staggering around. It's horrible, and I usually throw up after. My imagination sucks dick.

I hope you're okay,
Ron

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