The next day, I decide to visit George since I didn't do so yesterday.
"Where were you?" he asks.
"I got a job," I tell him.
"Oh really?" he smirks as he takes out another cigarette. "Doing what?"
"I took your advice and decided to start selling my stories."
"Oh? How much did you make?"
"Forty cents," I say proudly. "I sold four, for a dime apiece."
"Hmm..."
"What?"
"Nothing. Want a cigarette?"
I look at his outstretched hand for a moment. Everything in me is fighting to say no, but I don't listen.
"Sure."
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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...
