#carl grimes deserved better

[lunarnightt]

That little side smirk. This little shit is up to no good

[lykomeraki]

Carl Grimes Deserved Better

I first mentioned this in an earlier post after I finished the Walking Dead for the first time, and my thoughts about the show. If you're like me, you probably agree that what happened to Carl was the worst story decision ever. So here's a lot of thoughts I've been sitting on for a while. If you'd like to read or commiserate with me about my rant/character study please continue reading. Caution: Spoilers Ahead

First off, killing off one of the main characters, particularly in this way, did nothing but damage the story. I read that they were trying to gain even more viewers in a similar way to game of thrones, a book and TV series unafraid of killing off main characters. In the case of Game of Thrones however the main character deaths made sense for the story, the individual storylines for these characters were complete, and their deaths could contribute to the stories of other major characters. the Walking Dead failed at this a myriad of times, giving smaller characters good development, then killing them just for shock value. Carl's death in particular. It provided no true motivation for any characters, he still had unfinished storylines, it only damaged the story itself, and there was so much potential and so many places his character could go.

in the comics, there didn't need to be a major death for Rick to spare Negan, his mercy was actually a punishment. the world would grow, improve, and repair itself, and Negan could only watch, never be a part of it.

If there needed to be a death to convince rick to have mercy, it is my opinion that Morgan would have been a far better choice, particularly as his ideologies kept shifting between kill everything and life is sacred. His character would be leaving the show at the end of season 8 anyway. It makes more sense story wise, it could have been that Morgan got bit or fatally injured, and in his last moments of life he encouraged Rick to have mercy. This makes a lot more sense then Carl's sudden turn to pacifism at the beginning of season 8, particularly since he fired the the first shots of the war in 7,16.

Carl played a key part in Negan's character development, being the first one to actually reach his small ember of humanity. Judith took over this particular storyline, and while I think she is a cool character with a phenomenal actress, she simply isn't the same. Carl actually has a history with Negan, both with him being the villain, and also with him having an almost mentor-like attitude towards him, touching on Negan's past as a gym teacher.

Rick Grimes leaving the show was also a bitter pill, one whose negative effect could have been lessened with Carl's survival. The only original group members still present are Daryl and Carol. and while they're great, it now feels like a completely different show. Michonne leaves too, so the only Grimes are Judith and RJ. Neither of whom had any real development. RJ simply existed, and Judith's skill level and character didn't make sense for her age, and the relatively easy life she must of had during the time skip bar being kidnapped by Jocelyn. Her shooting ability and skill with her little katana didn't make sense living in a place where she didn't have to grow up fighting and in danger like Carl did. Carl could have provided that feeling of the original Grimes family who were the ultimate focus and purpose of this story, a father and his son suriving in the apocalypse, and the friends, family, and enemies they make and lose along the way. with the loss of both rick and especially Carl, (since Rick didn't even die so his new story would still make sense even if Carl survived.) the walking dead no longer feels like the same story, and not in a way where it naturally evolved. it simply doesn't make as mush sense anymore in regards to the characters they have.

Carl ultimately had the best character development, growing from an annoying bratty kid who doesn't understand that there are new dangers in this world, to a teen who is wise to the world and it's dangers, and is capable of protecting himself, and helping his loved ones. he is also able to retain a sense of compassion, not becoming a soulless killing machine like Morgan did briefly, Herschel intervening and helping with his development to keep him off that path when he shot the teen from Woodbury. towards the end, he was really coming into himself, becoming a very fleshed-out character and becoming a very good leader in his own right, he could have helped Michonne and/or Tara after Rick and Maggie left and they took over Alexandria and Hilltop respectively. I believe that despite Michonne orders of complete isolation even from their friends, Carl still would have visited and reached out to Hilltop and Kingdom, even being a friend and mentor to Henry, who I personally think was a little whiney. Henry still could have had the romantic storyline with Lydia, because Carl would likely continue to pursue Enid. but he could have been a friend and ally to Lydia in a similar way to Daryl.

the manner of Carl's death was also dumb to the point of disrespectful. he got pinned by one walker and bitten by another when a few years ago he was able to get out from under three without a scratch. while Siddiq did become a good character, his death (which was also pointless) rendered Carl's sacrifice completely pointless. they also didn't even need to be killing those walkers, Carl was helping Siddiq honor his mother's belief that killing walkers released the dead souls. an interesting belief and concept Siddiq never brings up or seems to follow again.

Carl's death was anticlimactic, cheap shock value, and again I state: pointless. He is possibly my favorite TV character ever, with some of the best development I've seen, similar to Sansa Stark, going from annoying and inflated self-confidence to wisdom, capability, and experience. truly growing as a character with believeable flaws and relatable growth.

Losing Sophia, costing Dale his life by treating walkers like a game, Losing Shane and his Mother, Killing the teen and Herschel's intervention, losing the prison, Herschel, and temporarily Judith, the Claimers, the Termites, his interactions with Ron and the loss of his eye, Glenn's and Abraham's awful death's, his desire for revenge and his failed attempt on Negan's life, and the following consequences and interactions with him that followed. all of these experiences contributed to his growth. he learned his capabilities, and when he got too cocky, he was knocked down a peg by real consequences. when Judith acted out, rebelled, took on an enemy, or got cocky, there were no consequences, direct or otherwise. when Carl's skill, self-confidence, or ego grew, there were still consequences that made sense. this gave him a better character and more relatability and humanity, making mistakes and learning from them.

I never expected to get this attached to a character, and will be salty about how they treated Carl and Chandler Riggs for a very long time. (I'm not even going to get into how they treated the actor but it was awful) thank you for listening to (reading) my rant, feel free to commiserate about Carl or other undeserved TWD character deaths in the comments.

[wontlasttwodays]

These conflicts you bring up are exactly what the latter show needed. The relationships were so hollow and the dialogue so vague. Not only would he modulate to Michonne's mindset, but also missing Daryl, and talking to Negan.

Would Carl also believe that Rick was out there? Or would he just be respectful of the need for hope? Perhaps he'd observe the days where she wore Rick's shirts or quiet corners of the house where, during tense times, she talked to herself like she was talking to Rick.

He only interrupted her one time and that was when she was worried about the new people and reopening. He needed her to debate it with him and not a ghost.

Perhaps, Carl would have a hard time letting people into his confidence, his trust, while locked into Alexandria. Perhaps what happened between him and Ron, his disability after, what happened to Michonne by Jocelyn, gave him ptsd. So for himself he mends his philosophy that sure you can help people, protect people, but you can't have friends. Perhaps despite Carl's efforts to mask and be brotherly, RJ feels Carl is distant and hard to know. [Like the Prepan/Postpan relationships in Station Eleven.]

This is how Lydia and Carl would have bonded over deep suspicion and common mistrust. Not fear, not rejection, just trauma induced wariness. [cough*Richonne*cough]

If Carl isn't with Michonne when she finds Rick's artifacts, then perhaps we see him struggle not only with parenting his siblings in their absence, but also with the belief that he was alive. Perhaps Lydia can't assist with kiddos/be motherly because TRIGGERED. Lydia only available to him as a girlfriend adds to Carl's feelings of a divided life. When the Commonwealth offers to take them in, our tired boy is swayed.

Carl could've made this story so much more interesting.

This has been said so many times, but Richonne's story couldve had so much more depth if Carl had survived.

They could've explored how he'd feel about Michonne's change of heart about letting people in after the Jocelyn incident, and he could've changed her mind about giving people a chance again. They could've let Judith be more of a child instead of an adult in a child's body, going toe to toe with Michonne on existential issues (I always thought she was a little too precocious and young to be arguing with Michonne about issues she has no life experience dealing with.) If Carl was checking Michonne about her mindset it would make so much more sense because he's older with actual experience with people.

The whisperer arc which was written to involve Carl could've had so much more meaning had Carl been with Lydia instead of Henry.

They could've explored the difficulty Carl could have being a parent to his siblings while Michonne goes to find Rick. Maybe he has to protect Judith who is very headstrong like Michonne and wants to go after Rick herself. Maybe RJ has a dark side and is starting to become cold like Carl was at his age, and doing dumb things like sneaking out of the walls, and Carl has to think about how Rick would solve that problem since Rick is his only Dad reference. Maybe Carl doesn't want to be a parent, and just wants to be a normal 20ish year old after his hard childhood, and he holds resentment towards both Rick and Michonne for leaving all their children. Any of those scenarios would be fascinating.

Instead, they killed Carl off and left Daryl (who left), and Carol (who left) to raise their kids. They could've had a goldmine of fascinating conflicts and situations to pick from.

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

Helping Hand

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Carl Grimes x Reader (gender not specified)

Summary: after a long day, you just want to help your boyfriend relax

Warnings: graphic descriptions of sexual activities, Oral (M! receiving), moaning, I'm pretty sure that's it

HE'S AGED UP IN THIS

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You gently knock on his bedroom window, sitting on the flat tiled roof. Carl approaches his window with a slight smile on his face when he sees you. He opens the window and pulls you into his bedroom, kissing your neck softly as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Hey you," you whisper in his ear as he hugs you and leans down to kiss your neck, and you can feel him smile against it

"Hey. I missed you," He mumbles into your hair, his voice a little hoarse. His arms are around you, creating little to no space between you as he clings onto you. You kiss his cheek gently under his scar.

"You okay?" You ask softly, taking his face into your hands, caressing his scarred cheek. Carl seems withdrawn as he slightly nods his head, not wanting to let go of you.

You can tell your boyfriend just needs a little bit of rest and comfort right now- he needs to be taken care of, and who better to do that than you?

"Carl... honey... come on, sit down, let me take care of you..." You caress his cheek as he sits down on the edge of his bed.

You stand in between his legs and your hands move down to the belt on his jeans, your eyes looking up at his face for approval to continue. He nods and allows you to unbuckle his belt, gently sliding his jeans off, giving you enough room to move aside his underwear.

You lower yourself onto your knees as he sits onto the bed, taking his firm erection in your hand, pumping it lightly before swirling your tongue around the tip- collecting his salty pre-cum.

"Shit, Y/N," Carl moans out quietly, throwing his head back slightly as you continue moving, bringing your lips and mouth up and down his veiny cock. The plush walls of your warm mouth sucking him off arousing him further, making his hips bucking slightly and his fingers entangled in your hair. You're really making a mess out of him.

Carl's dick twitches in your mouth, your hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, jerking him off as your other hand moves up to cup his balls. With your head bobbing up and down on his hard member, he lets out a shuddering moan, before his impending climax crashes over him- his hot, pearly white release filling your mouth, running down your throat as you swallow his cum.

Carl caresses the side of your face, his mouth slightly agape from his previous orgasam, beads of sweat lining his forehead. He smiles tiredly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Thank you, sweetie... I needed that..." He whispers softly, pulling you into a hug. Right now, all Carl wanted was to just go to be able to rest stress free with his lover.

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[banshees-martin]

lori grimes they could never make me hate you

[zz0mbiex]

!!WARNING: late twd season 8 spoilers!!

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me whenever someone reminds me that my comfort character (carl grimes) is DEAD.

[negansbestie]

reading one of my favorite fics on wattpad (where they let glenn live, thank god), i realized that i haven't read any where they let carl live 🥲

[allthegothihopgirls]

i miss the grimes kids.

[miasmultifandomdump]

Sometimes I think about catching up on The Walking Dead. Then I remember the reasons I quit watching.

[lunarnightt]

For my Carl fans; HE WASN’T SIXTEEN!!! HE WAS FIFTEEN WHEN HE DIED!

So he actually would have looked like this in season eight;

He was barely even 5’3 in this picture, he was just a baby!

[lykomeraki]

TWD

So, I just finished all 11 seasons of the walking dead and I have some.... thoughts.

I just started watching twd a couple of months ago, and I never thought I would get this emotionally attached to a show, like it so much, and also be disappointed in it. It is one of my favorite shows if not THE favorite, but I feel like it definitely could have been handled better.

I'll try to avoid getting into the full rant circulating through my mind but seriously, the last three seasons didn't even feel like it was the same show anymore. I know this kind of post has been done a bunch of times before, but I think they definitely lost sight of what the story was supposed to be about. A father, and his son surviving the apocalypse. I know there was a lot of stuff going on behind the scenes, but killing off Carl Grimes was the worst decision a show ever made and I will die on this hill.

I cannot accurately describe in one post how I feel this show was both incredibly great, and handled so poorly. There were characters that got awesome development, only to be killed off as soon as they started to become good characters. Beth, Tyreese, Denise, Noah, and so many others. Carl had the greatest character development, we literally watched him grow up on the show, and Chandler Riggs did an awesome job bringing that character to life. the way the character and the actor were treated still makes me furious.

Nevertheless, I loved the show, and the last few seasons did have some gems. But I never thought I would get this invested in a show, or in these characters. I'm honestly thinking about writing more about this, because right now it's just living in my head rent-free.

thanks for listening (reading, I know) to my thoughts on this. this was an incredible show, and Carl Grimes was easily my favorite character. From season three onward I guess, he was a bit annoying at first, but you know, a young kid, whose world has drastically changed, and he's still learning what that means in the first two seasons. anyway, just wanted to get that off my chest because wow, this show really got me invested.

[paleshelter29]

Am I upset about how the TWD writers just killed off the potential badass storylines and character arcs of all my favorite characters??? No. What gave anyone that impression? ​*Sobs* in Carl, Henry, Enid, Beth, and Benjamin deserved better

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

could you make more carl grimes anything please!! smut, fluff anything for him!! male reader preferably if you can :)!

Love you to the Moon and to Saturn

Thanks for the request, sorry it took so long!

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Carl Grimes x GN! Reader

You watched the boy who had your heart walk away from you, leaving you alone in the bed. With a sigh you get up to follow him, watching as he stands in front of the mirror of the bathroom. Wrapping your arms around him from behind, he turns to look at you slightly before turning back to his reflection, his covered eye giving him a silent complex. 

“Come back to bed,” you say softly to Carl, though your request seems to fall on deaf ears. He continues to mess with his bandage, it obviously causing him discomfort.

“Carl,” your words cause him to pause and look at you in the mirror.

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong?” He lets out a quiet exhale and responds in a quiet and gruff tone. 

“Nothin’”

“Bullshit,” he raises his eyebrow at you before turning around, his back to the mirror now as he looks down at you. He’s studying your face, for reasons you’re unsure of, but you continue to look up at him. Reaching up to brush hair from his face, your hand then rests down to his cheek, caressing it gently. Carl tenses up slightly since he’s nervous with how close your fingers are to his scar. Noticing this you rest your hand to his shoulder, before standing on your tip toes and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He rests his hand down to your waist, kissing you back tenderly. 

“Come back to bed,” you whisper against his lips. He pulls you into him, craving to be closer to you. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away from you, mumbling a quiet ‘okay’. 

Crawling back into bed and under the covers, you roll over to face him, Carl laying on his side towards you. You move to be in his arms, forcing your way there if you had to, although Carl didn’t mind, and he wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair. With a glance up to him, you murmur quietly to him.

“You know, you’re really pretty.” Your words make him pause his movements, making him sigh slightly before continuing to run his fingers through your hair.

“You get like this every time you’re tired.” It was true, you wouldn’t stop talking whenever you were exhausted, and poor Carl had to deal with it nearly every night. You move even closer to him- if that was even a possibility, curling up to his side.

“But it’s true, you are.”

“I’m not. You are, but I am not.” You roll your eyes exasperated, why couldn’t he just take a compliment?

“Fine then, you’re handsome.”

“That's not what I meant,” 

“You’re hot,”

“Stop it, go to bed.”

“But you are,” “Shush.” With a soft smile playing on your lips you lean your head back down against his chest, whispering to get the last word in.

“You are really hot though,” he quietly groans and turns you away from him, making you drop your jaw slightly. He bites back a smile, still not bringing you back into his arms, although when you slowly inch closer to him he doesn’t pull back. Carl brings his head down to yours, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, as he murmurs, “I love you.” As much as he hated to admit, you had a way of bringing light into his life like no one else could, a way of making him believe the things you say to him, like the compliments.

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[banshees-martin]

i honestly hate how everyone in twd treated rick after carl died like that was his little boy :(( ☹️

[phasewashere]

RIP carl grimes you wouldve loved destroyed by hippie powers by carseat headrest

[carlsangel]

his guardian angel (g.i.t.w, ch 6)

carl grimes x fem!reader

warning: breaking bones, blood all that jazz

masterlist here!

other chapters here! (plus a map to alexandria to make it make sense is here!)

Seeing Carl get shot was something you expected back when you first met him. Granted, back then you were making assumptions to tell yourself not to get attached. You didn’t expect him to get shot, but you told yourself he could. Seeing it was different than imagining it. He’s told you everything about himself. Maybe it was a bit fast for only knowing him a week, but you were the only person who would understand.

He told you about Lori. Every detail about her. The fact that her bathroom had a very distinct smell that came from a wallflower she used the same scent in all the time. He talked about the memories he had of walking in when he was little and she’d be putting her hair up in a clip or putting on deodorant. He mentioned her terrible pancakes she made on Sundays as well. He was grateful for his dog.

He talked about his dog that he had before the turn as well. He didn’t only feed Lori’s terrible pancakes to him but he also spent a lot of time with him. Sometimes if he fell while playing outside and scraped his skin, his dog would lick his face to make him laugh. It was a precious dog, from what he remembers.

His memories with Shane, well those were so sweet. He remembers his first day of school one year, he was sort of nervous. He wasn’t sure why, he was really little but he remembers Shane trying to make him feel better. It mostly worked, he went to school and had an amazing day. When his dad and Shane got home, they celebrated with pizza. He also talked to you about how he didn’t want those memories to be tainted by the fact that he watched him die so young. He realized that his dad had a reason to kill him as he got older, and he felt bad for resenting Rick like he did.

Thinking about everything he told you, right in that moment when he was shot, hurt like hell. It terrified you, almost like it was all for nothing. He didn’t deserve it. He shouldn’t have been there, in that spot in that moment. His life flashed before your eyes.

But that couldn’t stop you from doing what you came for,

You focus back on Carl and watch as his dad picks him up. You wanted to ensure he’d get somewhere safe. You wanted to help him. If you couldn’t be on the floor with him, you could serve as his guardian angel.

He has people protecting him in every which way, his dad runs through the walkers with him in his arms, in front of him is the woman who you know to be Michonne. She’s slicing through them like they were nothing, meanwhile you begin to shoot. Any walker that approaches Rick at his sides, you kill. You find out the general direction they are running to, so you clear the entrance for them. Meanwhile you can hear walkers pooling at the bottom of the house you were on top of. It didn’t occur to you that there may be people inside.

So you panic. You clear a couple more walkers through the path and they get him inside. If you drop from the roof of the front of house, the building they ran into is straight ahead. He’s safe now, you can go to him. So you do. You safely maneuver yourself to the front of the roof to find there’s a somewhat of a clear path. It was now or never. You slide down the roof and hit the floor quite hard; a sharp pain overtaking any other feeling in your body. Your feet tingle and you feel like you can’t walk but you have to. You have to run.

There were walkers left and right, you used the back of your rifle to push them away. You can’t help but think that this run feels like forever, especially with your backpack and rifle dragging you down. Not to mention the excruciating pain in your ankle. You run onto the porch and slam into the door, you scramble to get the door open but instead, someone opens it and pulls you inside. With pulling you inside, they also pull you to the floor. You hit the floor hard, your backpack and the belongings inside jabbing into your back and you wince. Above you was Rick, an axe in his hand which he held to you.

“Who are you?” His voice is grim and gruff. You didn’t realize it but your hands were raised as if you were in a stick up. Michonne rushes over and pulls him off you. The others in the room are shocked to see you, especially Aaron. He’d look for you constantly before Carl, he’s the one who supplied you with a lot without even interacting. “She’s just a kid.” He shouts. “The Ghost in the Woods. She’s just a kid.” Aaron says in astonishment. You sit up, letting your backpack and rifle slide off your shoulder and you press your hand against your back to alleviate the pain. “Holy shit.” You croak, Aaron moves to help you. He gets you standing and while he does that, you can’t help but notice Rick storm out of the building, which you soon learn is the infirmary.

Upon standing up you see Carl and the wound in his eye. You pull from Aaron to look at him, then the woman working on him. “He’s alive?” You question in pure disbelief. How did he manage to live? “Yes, for now, but I need space to work on him. Sit down and I’ll check on you after.” She orders, focusing on the sutures in his eye. You nod and let Aaron help you. Soon everyone’s rushed out of the infirmary. You sit there in silence, listening to the sound of people grunting and shouting as they fight the dead. It’s just you, the doctor, and Carl.

You’re somewhere you never thought you’d be in a million years.

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A couple hours later, after finding out you’d broken your ankle after hopping off roofs a bunch, you were told you’d be stuck in the infirmary. All the walkers were killed, you were told about some fire in the large pond Alexandria had and you were sad to miss it. People came in and out, getting checked up while you rested. While sleeping, you couldn’t help but recognize a familiar voice. Your eyes flicker open and you look to the people in the room.

You’re so delirious, that when you wake up to be met with the sight of your sister, you think you are dead. Or dreaming. It’s a cruel ass dream if it is. But, you know you aren’t because your head is pounding and the pain in your ankle is throbbing. She barely walks in the door and sees you. She calls out to you so you sit yourself up and rub your eyes, but she’s already tackling you in a hug. That’s when you knew it was all real. You can smell and feel her hair, plus the soft jolts that come from her body as she sobs into your shoulder.

She looks so different. She’s drenched in blood. Her face is more mature and her hair is longer. She looks incredibly tired. But she’s absolutely ecstatic. “I’ve been looking for you.” She tells you, pulling away from your shoulder to admire you. Granted you’re covered in walker insides and you smell like shit, but she still admires you. “You have?” You mutter. She nods and smiles brightly. “I just arrived here with a group. The…leader his name is Rick. How did you get here?” She looks concerned as she gently holds the back of your head, taking in your presence.

“It’s a long story.”

She sits in bed with you and you share your stories. Apparently she found the group after the prison fell and had been with them since. Carl never really mentioned her, you didn’t notice her when she arrived at the gate either, mainly because you were too focused on Carl. She also looks nothing like she did when you’d last seen her. When she arrived her hair was a massive mess that didn’t give you a chance to look at her face. All the other times you could’ve observed her you spent with Carl. She felt bad when she found out how you’d been living. Being the Ghost in the Woods and all.

A bit later, maybe a day and a half went by and you hadn’t seen Carl. Now, you were clean and patched up. You left him alone for a while, just because he was upset about losing his eye. It freaked him out and he needed time to process. Although, he was relieved to hear that you were there. But, soon enough, your sister took you into his room to see him. He was awake and sat up in bed. He was happy to see you. You trudge in, your arm on your sister’s shoulder and shes holding on you tightly around the waist. She sits you down at the edge of his bed and you look at him for a moment and just smile. He looks between you and your sister. It takes him a moment and he squints his eye.

“That’s…” He croaks out. He soon realizes how similar you two look and he puts the pieces together. “Your sister.” He smiles softly, quite shocked but still calm and quiet. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You question jokingly. Your sister giggles at his astonishment and leaves the room. “I’m glad you two found each other. You deserve it.” He tells you. You smile brightly at him. “I’m glad you’re alive. You had me worried you know?” Your words are nervous, yet almost giddy. “You were worried?” He teases. “I thought you said no attachments.”

You roll your eyes.

“Yeah whatever.” You scoot over and lay your back against him and he wraps his arm around you, leaning his head against yours.

He was content. He was happy. But so were you. You didn’t have to isolate yourself anymore. Maybe you lost your dad, but that’s just apart of life. You got your sister back.

Maybe attachment isn’t the worst thing in the world.

a/n: i hope u guys enjoyed the series i love it to DEATH!!!! if you want to request more fics or drabbles and stuff pertaining to this series i will for sure write it bc im so sad its over but YEAH!!! ermmm…that’s all i have to say :)) thank u for readingggg OKAY I LOVE YOU BYE!!!!

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