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        You’ll be sproutin’ grey hairs before ya know it.

    Keep your head up, never forget there’s no boundaries for you, kiddo.             Life is so complicated, its politics, all the trouble it brings will                          beat you down, and keep you there if you let it.

        So ya gotta keep moving forward. Take the hits, and learn from it.                          Never stop loving the stars, Fox.                Whatever you decide to do with your life,

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whatever happened Rick wanted Carl to know that here, with him, he was going to be safe. Of course that was an easier sell if things hadn't gone and turned out the way they had but shit happened. That's what he kept telling himself, that's what Jesus kept telling him. Shit happened. And from that low hill came even higher ones and soon enough it was going to take them climbing to actually get anywhere. He was sure that through everything he was going to make sure that his boy was safe, his son and his little girl. The only two people in the world that mattered to him but, at the end of the day, it was beat down to pure survival. So he looked into his son's eyes nightly and told him that it was going to be okay. Negan be damned.

       An array of pots && pans  begin to clatter against each other even before she is       left with a full sentence.  A flick of her wand sets the water running  &&  another        for the kettle to set a new course for the faucet  (  This is one of the  few  tasks        she is trusted with in the kitchen. — She’ll find some joy in the thought. )  Brief       smile combats against ever the icy exterior && pushes through, giving beloved       son a glimpse at the visage of a woman stronger than a fortress.  (  She builds       her walls higher than anyone else. You will not see suffering. )

. ◇‘ﾟ  Ｎ —  Ｍ  ｡*ﾟ･ﾟ

                   And could she have avoided it, she would have. But there                    was a pride nestled by her heart where only a few chosen                    easily slipped in without much effort. And one of them was                    her son. Born of her and raised to the values she believed                    in. And now it was simply time to let go again? Dark times                    in the horizon and an awfully lot to do. Were it in her hands                    she'd have kept him  h o m e. With her. Simply, she patted                    her hands along his coat, trying to get out the wrinkles of its                    front. A heavy sigh from her lips.