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Daryl hates her fake smiles.
Her soccer mom attitude.
The casseroles and cookies.
The emptiness in her eyes.
He wants to take away her pain.
He wants to tear down the walls, she constructed around her.
He wants to tear away these damn floral blouses.
He wants to strip her bare.
Body and soul.
He wants to reveal her creamy skin.
Wants to pound into her hard, fast and deep. Right here on this stupid porch.
Wants to kiss and nibble and lick every inch of her.
Wants to make her shudder and whimper and cry out in ecstasy.
Wants to make her forget everything
(except for him).
He wants HIS Carol back.
Not this fake one.
This empty shell.