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He nods and gives me the guitar. It's much heavier than I imagined and I groan as I struggle to hold the weight.
I thank the man before leaving the shop, luckily unsuspected.
I go to the curb, expecting to see George there.
He's not.
I hate the fact that he's probably robbing another home for food or money, but...he needs it.
I take the guitar home, hiding the object in my closet. At least with George gone, I'll be able to wrap it.
Right as I'm about to exit my room and look for wrapping paper, I hear a door slam.
I jump.
"ELEANOR!"
Mother.
GUYS! Oh my God I'm actually crying.
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His Name Is George (George Harrison) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionThere's a boy I see on the street sometimes. I've tried talking to him, but he doesn't say much. Though, he has told me one thing. His name is George. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As...
