
Daryl hates bedding, and not a damn thing will change his mind.


“Listen here, Boo Berry. I’m sick of your shit.” Daryl hisses out in a furious whisper, spinning to stare him right in the face. The ghost is so shocked at being addressed so directly he nearly steps right back through the door. “I’m with my girl. Which means I’m off the fuckin’ clock. So do me a favor and fuck off to whatever spiritual plane you annoying shits go to when you ain’t botherin’ me.”
1st Place Best Humor for 2016 Moonshine Awards


There is only one person in this worlds that irritates Beth so much she wants to strangle him in his sleep.
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