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Daryl Dixon. Something about him made me smile, even though the man would never even give me the time of day. He hated me, with an odd passion that I would never understand. I mean I never gave him any reason to hate me! Besides stealing his truck full of food. And sinking it. And almost shooting him. But I saved his life in that last scenario. Yeah he tried to act badass but I could see past it. I could see that sweet side of him that he tries to hide with his crossbow.
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