Messy Home

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I went to go get the picture that dropped from my bag. I made sure nobody can see me. George was mad. He didn't want me leaving, but he hated me at first.

I grabbed the picture without being seen. We got on a bus to George's house and walked inside.

The house was trashed. It had empty pizza boxes scattered around the floor, comic books, posters, and even cat crap. George has a cat. This was exactly like home. I smiled.

"Sorry about the mess-"

"No! I love it! Just like home!"

We sat on the couch and the radio started playing Not Afraid by Eminem. I know every word in that song.

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