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bruno bucciarati sleep paralysis

yall think she likes (and also heavily dislikes, all at the same time) cramped and dark spaces? yall think she sees two men standing at the foot of her bed sometimes and a familiar dread creeps over her as she wonders what papa felt like? do you think as the gang ran at breakneck speed through her beautiful home country that in her rare moments of rest, the shadows became shaped like diavolo? i do not think bucciarati so easily accepts moments of powerlessness, but the fear becoming disabling was somehow a comfort as well because oh right, i am a human after all.

john should've proved he'd do anything for jack by ripping a man's throat out with his teeth rick grimes style