The tables are turned and once again fate, with a little help from their friends brings Beth and Daryl together.
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Daryl wasn’t sure when it was he’d made the mental note that Beth loves tinned peaches, but he had, squirreling it away in the back of his mind with other important facts like don’t wipe your ass with poison oak. From that moment on he was on the lookout. His eyes subconsciously zoned in on tins and he checked every label, even detouring down the canned goods aisle when they were on a run for something else. Just in case.
They’ve only got five minutes, but after watching Beth get herself off on cam for three years five minutes is all the time Daryl needs.