I remember the man you /were/, Dwight Parker. That's how I want to remember you. The only way. #TWDMarathon

I know a little something about men who talk out of both sides of their mouths... Gregory? This won't end well for you. #TWD

I remember them... {Sitting with Donald Ressler, her gaze on the security room's bank of monitor, she lifted a hand, a minute tremble in her finger as she pointed at the screen showing Paula and Lizzie..} Paula. She was... {Words failing her, --

-- she let out a long breath, wondering how in the hell she was going to describe the hardass from the Sanctuary. A friend? Hardly. Paula had never warmed up to her. She knew #Paula was jealous of her relationship with Negan, wildly toxic as it had been. --

-- Jealous of her seemingly lavish lifestyle, luxuriating in Negan's private domain in heels and a stupid little black dress. Jealous. Hating her, maybe. God, what a joke.} {quietly} We weren't close. You want to hear something funny? I... I would have given --

-- /anything/ to change places with her. Run an outpost crew. Get outside the walls. {snorting} Or, you know, wear flats. Goddamn world comes to a crashing halt and I'm still stuck in heels. {Worrying her bottom lip, she pushed to her feet, trying to guess Paula's --

-- wounds from the grainy picture in front of her.} She didn't get it. She thought... She thought I was ungrateful. That I had it easy, but /damn/... I just wanted a purpose, you know? To make some kind of difference to someone other than Negan. To be, I don't know --

-- more than his itch scratcher. She never got that. Paula... She's too much in Negan's camp. She kneels. She /always/ will. But. {Skin starting to crawl, she looked back Donald Ressler, pointing towards the black and white image of Lizzie..} /She's/ the one --

-- you need to worry about. The kid. Lizzie... She shouldn't be in here. Donald Ressler Paula Lizzie.

I like you, Beastie. I hope they're not. {arching a brow} Any of them bat wielders? Those ones, I'd avoid.

Let her see the man you /were/, Dwight Parker. God knows you could use a real friend.

You need a /friend/. Someone who won't let you down and isn't certifiable. I'll see you when you're ready. Not yet. Soon. x.com/Pretzels_n_Bee…

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Huh. So that's what it feels like when your skin starts crawling. #TWD

Me? {softly} You know... It felt so damn good to just /do/ something. x.com/Mortal_Enemies…

I will /always/ love the man you were, D. But he's gone, isn't he Dwight Parker. {quietly} Christ, I'm sorry. #TWD

Your poetry sucks. Dear. Negan #TWD

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