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"Get off my lawn."

  the voice comes out of nowhere, making the archer slightly tense up and not from the statement alone. once he notices who the voice belongs to, daryl scoffs under his breath and purposely takes a seat on the grass, legs folded and a pack of smokes pulled from the vest. ❝ain’t yer goddamn lawn, clint eastwood.❞