Daryl: Message me if you need back up.

Daryl: I’ll run up on her.

Daryl: Drive by.

Daryl: Hood shit.

Daryl: Uzis.

Daryl: No AKs.

Daryl: But glocks.

Me: Love you too.

(Heatwave in California)

Me: Omg, can you get a hotel in a different state? I need you to be alive.

Ava: Idk, it’s Trump’s America. Either way, I’m fucked.