"We always do," Ted said, trying his best to smile. He knows that its bad. He remembers something like this happening when he was younger, the dead returning to life. So Ted grabs one of his spare BB guns and begins to fiddle with it.
"Now, we have work to do. Get a hold of who you need to. And so you know, I love you."
These things were not getting his wife. They were not getting his daughter.
(LOVE)
(GREED)
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