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She’d been a surgeon,
                      a sober-companion,
                      and a detective.

It was with a relief that,
in this environment,
at least one of her former
job titles was something
a group would find of use.
Because that’s what it was
about, now, when facing a
collection of survivors;;
                  —how  u s e f u l  one was.

❝ I’d be happy to. How long until
we make our next supply run? ❞

Finding Joan had almost
been a God send. She 
had helped them out a lot,
saved numerous lives.

Rick got to his feet and wiped
his hands down his jeans, 
attempting to get all the dirt
off of them. He wandered 
over to the pigs, noticing 
they didn’t look any better.
A sigh escaped his lips.

❝ Michonne’s gone out on
one, she should be back 
soon. ❞ He folded his arms
across his chest, confused
as to why the pigs seemed
to be so ill. ❝ Damn pigs. ❞ 

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