Made to Last
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szarabasjkaSo a week or so ago I asked for prompts and this was given by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
phantomdaae1981
it has no sexy times because, how could they get into sexy times when Spencer is socially awkward and daryl can't trust others?
but anyway I did my best, hope you like it:
Tittle: Made to last
Fandom: CM/TWD
characters: TWD crew/ BAU family
Main characters: Daryl Dixon, Spencer Reid.
A/N: I tried my best to make it believeable; I mean how else would the BAU end up near Atlanta?
***
Daryl only wanted to get back home, he had a hog; a whole hog tied up in the car, he had bleed the thing and gutted it so the meat was clean now, he also used every pack of ice he found on a truck; it’ll get there in perfect condition, and he wanted nothing more to get back home when he passed through a town and saw him; a way too lanky way to tall kid running between buildings escaping a hoard of walkers.
After his first meeting with Jesus he was no longer a credulous guy, he knew better than just stop and help others and he tried to leave when he heard the surprised yelp he let out as he flailed and fell. Rolling his eyes he turned around letting his line of rabbits fell down and ran to help him.
“This will end up with me tied on a well while he runs with my game…” he grumbled preparing his crossbow and aiming to the head of one of the walkers. To his surprise the kid was on the floor but well protected and pointing a Glock 19 tactical to the monster’s head and shooting it clean through the eye.
“Stay back!” the kid shouted pointing his gun to him and scrambling to get up. A tactical rod in his hand and ready to attack
***
Spencer Reid got separated from his team; they were all together, with Will and the kids, and Jack with them. Even if they had no news from Morgan, but then he had to stay behind on a run in at a town for survivors and clothes, he had no idea where his team was, he had no idea if he will survive on his own, they had taken the FBI’s field office in this remote place in Georgia right when things went out of control, and their families had come on a special flight of Rossi’s plane while he went searching for his daughter, Now all of them had the building locked and they had enough resources for over a year if they were careful with them. And scavenging helped them to get more.
This man that stood in front of him; with his greasy hair and his indefinite colored pants, wearing a biker’s leather and denim vest was the first human; healthy human he had seen in weeks. “Stay back!!” he shouted scared even if his hands were scarily and surprisingly steady.
They both heard the growls and groans from a heard of walkers marching slowly and steadying himself on the thrashed car he ran into he tried to move. The man was at his side and facing the creatures too, Spencer aimed and was about to shoot but the man stopped him.
“No!!” the man had him by the waist trying to help him to stay up and run. “To the trees, we can fight better there.”
Daryl noticed the kid was older than he looked and even if gangly and awkward when running, he was efficient at it, also for the way he was holding to his gun he actually knew how to use it.
Once between the trees and having finished most of the walkers following them Daryl faced him surprised. “You should keep your ammo, try using a knife.” He said to the kid who was winded out and breathing so hard one could’ve heard him from across the street. He nodded and tried to get up, the blue eyes of the guy in front of him making him nervous, was JJ okay? They promised they’ll never again part from each other in a case… except this was not a case; this nightmare was now their life.
Once Daryl deemed the boy able to continue motioned him to get up and walk with him. They moved silently since it was almost dark; retreating into a giant empty storage building.
The man with the pouty lips pursed them. “My upper body has not the strength necessary to reach through a skull to stop the brain functions.” Daryl looked at the boy with a weird lopsided smirk.
“I bet you’d have been happy near Eugene.” he said and turned around to gather wood for a fire.
Spencer couldn’t stop himself. “You’re a native of the area, right? Your accent implies you’re from the central area of the state and…” Spencer got quiet when the man turned around violently.
Daryl looked at him serious. “Are you some kind of genius?”
Spencer Reid snorted a bit and looked down. “I-I had an answer for that… now I understand a rhetorical question when I hear one.”
Daryl pointed a finger to him. “And I’ve spent enough time with nerds to know what rhetorical means.” Both smiled and Daryl kept bending down to pick up pieces of wood.
“I’m Doctor Spencer Reid…” Spencer let out offering Daryl a hand to shake. Instead of it Daryl half turned to him and nodded and Spencer once more smiled taking his hand away.
“Call me Merle.” Spencer frowned a bit and nodded as he moved around gathering wood too, after a while Daryl left him alone and came back with a couple of the rabbits and skinned them in front of Spencer.
He tried his best not to hurl, not to flashback at the time he was with Tobias Hankel. But Daryl noticed it on one look. ”how come you’re not used to hunt? What are you eating?”
Spencer made a gesture. “I’ve found several fruit trees since I was parted from my group and we have rations stacked for-” Daryl turned around waving his hand.
“You don’t want to tell me that…” Daryl said and then turned to the door, the sound of footsteps was heard outside, and the man got his bow and motioned for the kid to get quiet.
“The sound comes from inside the building.”
“I know and it sounds like someone that can walk; someone alive…” he turned and started marching ahead while Spencer got behind him; gun ready at the perfect tactical spot to cover his new friend. “Whatever happens, don’t make any noise.” Daryl let out in a whisper as they marched down the hall checking doors and crooks in every direction. Daryl smiled at the secure silent steps the kid took every time checking spaces and watching his back.
Two men were there picking their stuff and preparing to leave, neither of them knew who they were. “They could be good people in need of help.” Spencer chimed.
“They could be Liberators.” Daryl said and sat on the floor until they got their breath back.
Spencer had the question written in his face but didn’t made a noise until everything was silent again.
“Ask out kid.” he said kinda pissed
Spencer bit his lips before letting it out. “What’s a liberator?” Daryl smirked as he used a different knife to make a spear for their rabbit while telling Spencer about Negan and his men.
Spencer heard and then nodded. “My team might want to hear about that.”
Daryl looked at the kid; He had some signs of knowing, he never looked him in the eye for long, and he moved back whenever he reached to help him; he looked like he knew, of violence and abuse. “What kind of team are we talking about?”
“I was-I’m FBI Supervisor Special Agent Spencer Reid…” he let out with his voice reaching a whole octave higher than before and finishing the sentence as if it were a question. “From the BAU…”
“It doesn’t ring a bell.”
Spencer Smiled. “Behavioral analysis unit, we worked with serial killers and mass murderers.”
Daryl let out a chuckle; it was not disrespectful but incredulous all the same. “You’re a fed?” Spencer nodded. “You look like an assistant teacher or something.”
Spencer let out a quiet chuckle and licked his lips before answering. “I’ve heard that one too...”
“So… can you tell things about people without knowing them?”
Spencer looked at his long slim obviously soft hands. “No, but it’s about details; things that are not easy to notice…”
Daryl smirked. “Okay, read me.” Spencer scoffed and turned his eyes down. “I’ll do it then, you were lonely as a kid, that’s why you’re okay with being left behind by those you call your team, someone abused you, or several someones, you flinch at the very idea of me touching you.” Spencer gasped. “You don’t really have a family so your team is everything you have.”
The kid looked at him fiercely. “Merle…” but Daryl didn’t even stop to think about his feelings.
“Dad went missing when you were a kid, right? Just look at you holding on the hope of your friends looking for you, and your mom raised you the best she could but you’re soft and weak because of that.”
Spencer spoke then; using facts and statistics was his shield, but how could he shield himself from the truth? His tone lost every bit of soft and pliant. “Your name is not Merle, that was your brother, the one you hated because he left you, I assume in the hands of an abusive parent. He was no better though; he was your main bully while growing up. You didn’t have a mom, that’s why you act tough, but you were always the bottom of the feeding chain, a mouse… you brought a couple rabbits to share with me, but the blood in your pants and weapons say you have a bigger prey hidden, so I assume you have a group too, and you think you have to prove your worth to them, by carrying bigger game than anyone else, so they won’t think you’re replaceable. But you’re loyal and you’re protective of them and won’t endanger them bringing me to their camp, even thinking I’m weak.”
Daryl growled. “But you look at me the way others looked at you, that’s why you call me weak but you don’t think you’re right.”
“I’ve seen you carrying a gun.” Daryl said shrugging. “You can shot and aim perfectly, but you can’t even run fast enough or straight enough to escape a walker, what would you do against…” Negan got stuck in his throat; the mere idea of this poor kid trapped with Negan made his stomach revolt.
“There’s a woman you care the most; that’s like a mirror and a friend.” Daryl swallowed hard.
“You feel vulnerable and guilty for something about her, maybe that you left her behind.”
Daryl put a hand on his mouth, as if to bite his middle finger and Spencer looked at the hand, a yellow strip of fabric tied to his wrist. “You lost someone, a girl, younger; she… ” Spencer took a deep breath and looked down. Too much of his own story in the man’s own, the girl with the yellow strip of fabric just like the one girl that gave him the book he stubbornly tried to carry with him everywhere and the black scarf he had now tucked on his pocket. “You act as if nothing worries you but you’re loyal and protective and a leader when nobody ever believed you will. But someone is above you in this chain of command too. This time a decent man; one you can look up to; someone as honorable as you.” Spencer thinned his lips. “I’m glad I’m stranded with you.”
Daryl smiled. “Merle was my brother, you’re right…” Spencer nodded. “My name is Daryl.”
”Nice to meet you.” Spencer let out and Daryl moved to check on their food, when it was ready he held it and split the rabbit in two.
“Tomorrow we’ll search for your group.” When they started eating he made a sound, a grunt, “you are good, you know?”
Spencer had a lopsided smile. “I’m good but my boss, Hotch? He was even better, he could tell what any unsub had as their first drink.” Daryl let out a laugh.
“Sounds awesome.” They ate quietly except for the couple times Daryl chuckled repeating: “UnSub” and then he killed the fire as Spencer used his small flashlight to check the doors before they prepared to sleep inside an abandoned car.
“Who was it?” Daryl asked.
Spencer just knew what he was asking. “I was 12 when in high school and fifteen in college, everyone picked on me, and there were several serious bullies…”
“Everyone in my dad gang used to beat me… even him, especially him.” Daryl let out. “Racist fuckers; I was too small to fight back.”
Spencer moved making the back seat creak. “They’re all dead and you’re part of something now, you won.”
Daryl snorted amused. “When did you won?”
“When I got my third PhD and when Jason Gideon in person picked me up from a line of muscle bounded assholes and brought me to the BAU at 22.”
Daryl laughed again and the wrapped his arms around himself. “That’s awesome.”
Without knowing they were sharing stories, Merle, Beth, Glenn, Maeve, Elle, Gideon, Mom, Doyle.
“That’s why you carry that glock like a real badass…” Daryl chuckled half asleep and not noticing Spencer blushing in the back. “You’re badass.”
Spencer tried twice to say something before letting out a soft. “So are you.” the guy made him think of Morgan.
Neither noticed when they fell asleep.
***
At morning Daryl woke up with the sounds of female voices. “Spence!!!” shouted one, as the other hollered louder. “Reid!!!”
“JJ!!” the kid sat and opened the door without thinking; Daryl only saw the million watts smile as he ran out. “Garcia!! JJ!!!”
Daryl was at the only dusty window facing the clear parking lot where they had met, a tinny blonde in cargo pants and a dark t-shirt was holding the kid in her arms while another lady, dressed in a jogging suit pink and fluffy ran to him with open arms. The kid was where he belonged so he picked his stuff.
“Daryl?” Spencer ran back looking for him but the second he didn’t answer he knew Daryl was gone.
“Spence!! Let’s go!” shouted JJ not convinced about this guy her friend had found.
“Guys!!” Hotch called from outside and everyone turned; but instead of the rugged serious stone expression a smile split his face. “There you are.” It was just like would’ve done with his son, Daryl noticed.
Spencer smiled and moved to be held by Hotch and then by Emily as everyone started marching back.
“Wait!!” he ran inside and found a rabbit and he smiled taking it.
“EUGHH” Garcia let out with a face of pure disgust at the furry little body.
“It’s delicious roasted.” Spencer Reid said making everyone look at him funny.
***
Daryl found his car and drove home, they ate pork four days in a row; nobody cared. Then they smoked some more and saved it the best they could.
“You okay? Carol asked as she sat next to him covering his back with a jacket; it was cold and damp and everyone had warmer clothes but Daryl.
“I met a kid…” he said unable to explain himself. “I just saw someone I could look in the eye to.”
“Is he okay? Should we bring him here?” the lady asked worried. And Daryl shook his head no wrapping an arms around her shoulders.
“He has his own people, we just… ” he made a motion with his other hand and Carol nodded patting his knee.
“I understand, trust me.”
Daryl looked up gazing into the stars, he had outlived everyone, the mouse; the little bitch outlived everyone. Just like Spencer with his too soft hands and too gangly body had done.
Some people are just made out of tougher material than others.
phantomdaae1981it has no sexy times because, how could they get into sexy times when Spencer is socially awkward and daryl can't trust others?
but anyway I did my best, hope you like it:
Tittle: Made to last
Fandom: CM/TWD
characters: TWD crew/ BAU family
Main characters: Daryl Dixon, Spencer Reid.
A/N: I tried my best to make it believeable; I mean how else would the BAU end up near Atlanta?
***
Daryl only wanted to get back home, he had a hog; a whole hog tied up in the car, he had bleed the thing and gutted it so the meat was clean now, he also used every pack of ice he found on a truck; it’ll get there in perfect condition, and he wanted nothing more to get back home when he passed through a town and saw him; a way too lanky way to tall kid running between buildings escaping a hoard of walkers.
After his first meeting with Jesus he was no longer a credulous guy, he knew better than just stop and help others and he tried to leave when he heard the surprised yelp he let out as he flailed and fell. Rolling his eyes he turned around letting his line of rabbits fell down and ran to help him.
“This will end up with me tied on a well while he runs with my game…” he grumbled preparing his crossbow and aiming to the head of one of the walkers. To his surprise the kid was on the floor but well protected and pointing a Glock 19 tactical to the monster’s head and shooting it clean through the eye.
“Stay back!” the kid shouted pointing his gun to him and scrambling to get up. A tactical rod in his hand and ready to attack
***
Spencer Reid got separated from his team; they were all together, with Will and the kids, and Jack with them. Even if they had no news from Morgan, but then he had to stay behind on a run in at a town for survivors and clothes, he had no idea where his team was, he had no idea if he will survive on his own, they had taken the FBI’s field office in this remote place in Georgia right when things went out of control, and their families had come on a special flight of Rossi’s plane while he went searching for his daughter, Now all of them had the building locked and they had enough resources for over a year if they were careful with them. And scavenging helped them to get more.
This man that stood in front of him; with his greasy hair and his indefinite colored pants, wearing a biker’s leather and denim vest was the first human; healthy human he had seen in weeks. “Stay back!!” he shouted scared even if his hands were scarily and surprisingly steady.
They both heard the growls and groans from a heard of walkers marching slowly and steadying himself on the thrashed car he ran into he tried to move. The man was at his side and facing the creatures too, Spencer aimed and was about to shoot but the man stopped him.
“No!!” the man had him by the waist trying to help him to stay up and run. “To the trees, we can fight better there.”
Daryl noticed the kid was older than he looked and even if gangly and awkward when running, he was efficient at it, also for the way he was holding to his gun he actually knew how to use it.
Once between the trees and having finished most of the walkers following them Daryl faced him surprised. “You should keep your ammo, try using a knife.” He said to the kid who was winded out and breathing so hard one could’ve heard him from across the street. He nodded and tried to get up, the blue eyes of the guy in front of him making him nervous, was JJ okay? They promised they’ll never again part from each other in a case… except this was not a case; this nightmare was now their life.
Once Daryl deemed the boy able to continue motioned him to get up and walk with him. They moved silently since it was almost dark; retreating into a giant empty storage building.
The man with the pouty lips pursed them. “My upper body has not the strength necessary to reach through a skull to stop the brain functions.” Daryl looked at the boy with a weird lopsided smirk.
“I bet you’d have been happy near Eugene.” he said and turned around to gather wood for a fire.
Spencer couldn’t stop himself. “You’re a native of the area, right? Your accent implies you’re from the central area of the state and…” Spencer got quiet when the man turned around violently.
Daryl looked at him serious. “Are you some kind of genius?”
Spencer Reid snorted a bit and looked down. “I-I had an answer for that… now I understand a rhetorical question when I hear one.”
Daryl pointed a finger to him. “And I’ve spent enough time with nerds to know what rhetorical means.” Both smiled and Daryl kept bending down to pick up pieces of wood.
“I’m Doctor Spencer Reid…” Spencer let out offering Daryl a hand to shake. Instead of it Daryl half turned to him and nodded and Spencer once more smiled taking his hand away.
“Call me Merle.” Spencer frowned a bit and nodded as he moved around gathering wood too, after a while Daryl left him alone and came back with a couple of the rabbits and skinned them in front of Spencer.
He tried his best not to hurl, not to flashback at the time he was with Tobias Hankel. But Daryl noticed it on one look. ”how come you’re not used to hunt? What are you eating?”
Spencer made a gesture. “I’ve found several fruit trees since I was parted from my group and we have rations stacked for-” Daryl turned around waving his hand.
“You don’t want to tell me that…” Daryl said and then turned to the door, the sound of footsteps was heard outside, and the man got his bow and motioned for the kid to get quiet.
“The sound comes from inside the building.”
“I know and it sounds like someone that can walk; someone alive…” he turned and started marching ahead while Spencer got behind him; gun ready at the perfect tactical spot to cover his new friend. “Whatever happens, don’t make any noise.” Daryl let out in a whisper as they marched down the hall checking doors and crooks in every direction. Daryl smiled at the secure silent steps the kid took every time checking spaces and watching his back.
Two men were there picking their stuff and preparing to leave, neither of them knew who they were. “They could be good people in need of help.” Spencer chimed.
“They could be Liberators.” Daryl said and sat on the floor until they got their breath back.
Spencer had the question written in his face but didn’t made a noise until everything was silent again.
“Ask out kid.” he said kinda pissed
Spencer bit his lips before letting it out. “What’s a liberator?” Daryl smirked as he used a different knife to make a spear for their rabbit while telling Spencer about Negan and his men.
Spencer heard and then nodded. “My team might want to hear about that.”
Daryl looked at the kid; He had some signs of knowing, he never looked him in the eye for long, and he moved back whenever he reached to help him; he looked like he knew, of violence and abuse. “What kind of team are we talking about?”
“I was-I’m FBI Supervisor Special Agent Spencer Reid…” he let out with his voice reaching a whole octave higher than before and finishing the sentence as if it were a question. “From the BAU…”
“It doesn’t ring a bell.”
Spencer Smiled. “Behavioral analysis unit, we worked with serial killers and mass murderers.”
Daryl let out a chuckle; it was not disrespectful but incredulous all the same. “You’re a fed?” Spencer nodded. “You look like an assistant teacher or something.”
Spencer let out a quiet chuckle and licked his lips before answering. “I’ve heard that one too...”
“So… can you tell things about people without knowing them?”
Spencer looked at his long slim obviously soft hands. “No, but it’s about details; things that are not easy to notice…”
Daryl smirked. “Okay, read me.” Spencer scoffed and turned his eyes down. “I’ll do it then, you were lonely as a kid, that’s why you’re okay with being left behind by those you call your team, someone abused you, or several someones, you flinch at the very idea of me touching you.” Spencer gasped. “You don’t really have a family so your team is everything you have.”
The kid looked at him fiercely. “Merle…” but Daryl didn’t even stop to think about his feelings.
“Dad went missing when you were a kid, right? Just look at you holding on the hope of your friends looking for you, and your mom raised you the best she could but you’re soft and weak because of that.”
Spencer spoke then; using facts and statistics was his shield, but how could he shield himself from the truth? His tone lost every bit of soft and pliant. “Your name is not Merle, that was your brother, the one you hated because he left you, I assume in the hands of an abusive parent. He was no better though; he was your main bully while growing up. You didn’t have a mom, that’s why you act tough, but you were always the bottom of the feeding chain, a mouse… you brought a couple rabbits to share with me, but the blood in your pants and weapons say you have a bigger prey hidden, so I assume you have a group too, and you think you have to prove your worth to them, by carrying bigger game than anyone else, so they won’t think you’re replaceable. But you’re loyal and you’re protective of them and won’t endanger them bringing me to their camp, even thinking I’m weak.”
Daryl growled. “But you look at me the way others looked at you, that’s why you call me weak but you don’t think you’re right.”
“I’ve seen you carrying a gun.” Daryl said shrugging. “You can shot and aim perfectly, but you can’t even run fast enough or straight enough to escape a walker, what would you do against…” Negan got stuck in his throat; the mere idea of this poor kid trapped with Negan made his stomach revolt.
“There’s a woman you care the most; that’s like a mirror and a friend.” Daryl swallowed hard.
“You feel vulnerable and guilty for something about her, maybe that you left her behind.”
Daryl put a hand on his mouth, as if to bite his middle finger and Spencer looked at the hand, a yellow strip of fabric tied to his wrist. “You lost someone, a girl, younger; she… ” Spencer took a deep breath and looked down. Too much of his own story in the man’s own, the girl with the yellow strip of fabric just like the one girl that gave him the book he stubbornly tried to carry with him everywhere and the black scarf he had now tucked on his pocket. “You act as if nothing worries you but you’re loyal and protective and a leader when nobody ever believed you will. But someone is above you in this chain of command too. This time a decent man; one you can look up to; someone as honorable as you.” Spencer thinned his lips. “I’m glad I’m stranded with you.”
Daryl smiled. “Merle was my brother, you’re right…” Spencer nodded. “My name is Daryl.”
”Nice to meet you.” Spencer let out and Daryl moved to check on their food, when it was ready he held it and split the rabbit in two.
“Tomorrow we’ll search for your group.” When they started eating he made a sound, a grunt, “you are good, you know?”
Spencer had a lopsided smile. “I’m good but my boss, Hotch? He was even better, he could tell what any unsub had as their first drink.” Daryl let out a laugh.
“Sounds awesome.” They ate quietly except for the couple times Daryl chuckled repeating: “UnSub” and then he killed the fire as Spencer used his small flashlight to check the doors before they prepared to sleep inside an abandoned car.
“Who was it?” Daryl asked.
Spencer just knew what he was asking. “I was 12 when in high school and fifteen in college, everyone picked on me, and there were several serious bullies…”
“Everyone in my dad gang used to beat me… even him, especially him.” Daryl let out. “Racist fuckers; I was too small to fight back.”
Spencer moved making the back seat creak. “They’re all dead and you’re part of something now, you won.”
Daryl snorted amused. “When did you won?”
“When I got my third PhD and when Jason Gideon in person picked me up from a line of muscle bounded assholes and brought me to the BAU at 22.”
Daryl laughed again and the wrapped his arms around himself. “That’s awesome.”
Without knowing they were sharing stories, Merle, Beth, Glenn, Maeve, Elle, Gideon, Mom, Doyle.
“That’s why you carry that glock like a real badass…” Daryl chuckled half asleep and not noticing Spencer blushing in the back. “You’re badass.”
Spencer tried twice to say something before letting out a soft. “So are you.” the guy made him think of Morgan.
Neither noticed when they fell asleep.
***
At morning Daryl woke up with the sounds of female voices. “Spence!!!” shouted one, as the other hollered louder. “Reid!!!”
“JJ!!” the kid sat and opened the door without thinking; Daryl only saw the million watts smile as he ran out. “Garcia!! JJ!!!”
Daryl was at the only dusty window facing the clear parking lot where they had met, a tinny blonde in cargo pants and a dark t-shirt was holding the kid in her arms while another lady, dressed in a jogging suit pink and fluffy ran to him with open arms. The kid was where he belonged so he picked his stuff.
“Daryl?” Spencer ran back looking for him but the second he didn’t answer he knew Daryl was gone.
“Spence!! Let’s go!” shouted JJ not convinced about this guy her friend had found.
“Guys!!” Hotch called from outside and everyone turned; but instead of the rugged serious stone expression a smile split his face. “There you are.” It was just like would’ve done with his son, Daryl noticed.
Spencer smiled and moved to be held by Hotch and then by Emily as everyone started marching back.
“Wait!!” he ran inside and found a rabbit and he smiled taking it.
“EUGHH” Garcia let out with a face of pure disgust at the furry little body.
“It’s delicious roasted.” Spencer Reid said making everyone look at him funny.
***
Daryl found his car and drove home, they ate pork four days in a row; nobody cared. Then they smoked some more and saved it the best they could.
“You okay? Carol asked as she sat next to him covering his back with a jacket; it was cold and damp and everyone had warmer clothes but Daryl.
“I met a kid…” he said unable to explain himself. “I just saw someone I could look in the eye to.”
“Is he okay? Should we bring him here?” the lady asked worried. And Daryl shook his head no wrapping an arms around her shoulders.
“He has his own people, we just… ” he made a motion with his other hand and Carol nodded patting his knee.
“I understand, trust me.”
Daryl looked up gazing into the stars, he had outlived everyone, the mouse; the little bitch outlived everyone. Just like Spencer with his too soft hands and too gangly body had done.
Some people are just made out of tougher material than others.
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