Missing him

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In the middle of the night, I woke up to see Daryl at the end of out bed. I got up and sat behind him.
"Daryl?" I asked.
I heard him crying.
"Oh baby," I wrapped my arms round him as he cried.
"I miss him," Daryl told me.
"I know," I nodded, "I miss Rick to."
After a while Daryl got back into bed and I let him cuddle up to me for comfort.

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