[he answers, maybe just a little touch of bile creeping into his tone. He still ain't well and he knows it; living through that flu, he's not inclined to fault anyone for trying to keep it contained.]
No wonder you look like you're marchin' to the chair. Sheriff Rick don't take kindly to puttin' down the livin', less he's the one doin' it.
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Too little too late, sweetheart,
[he answers, maybe just a little touch of bile creeping into his tone. He still ain't well and he knows it; living through that flu, he's not inclined to fault anyone for trying to keep it contained.]
No wonder you look like you're marchin' to the chair. Sheriff Rick don't take kindly to puttin' down the livin', less he's the one doin' it.