Whispered Promises
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"Um, Excuse me", I say meekly. He turned in my direction with a blank stare. "Daryl, right?", I asked. His eyebrows lifted in curiosity and looked away saying, "What's it to you?". With my hand out, I introduced myself "Oh I'm Elizabeth". He just looks at my hand and doesn't take it. So I pulled it back and continued "I just wanted to say thank you for the other night with your brother". "Well, Merle can be a real jackass,"
Daryl becomes friends with a black girl. Forces from both of there families are not in support of them. Could they ignore the hate?
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