I quickly count up the money in the box.
Hopefully it's enough.
I carefully put the now empty box back on its shelf before leaving my mother's room. Since she's not home, I take the opportunity to leave the house and walk down the street.
I enter the music shop and go to speak with an employee. Luckily, he doesn't mention anything about the breakin and as we speak, I point out what I want.
"I'd like that guitar, please."
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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...
