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Just A Little Crap from George

Three days were up. Drew was oddly moody this morning, and his eyes were troubled. I put it down as disappointment that it was time to go back. I dreaded it myself. Drew’s car was waiting for us, George leaning against it and tossing the keys up and down casually. (Drew had called him, George had kept the keys to his car and snuck it out of Drew’s driveway this morning)
He tossed the keys to Drew. George: Here you go man. That was a fricken awesome stunt you pulled there, by the way. You’re mom totally lost it though.
Drew groaned. Him: Great.
George (shrugging): It must have been worth it though.
He gave me a sly glance. I scowled. Me: Perv.
Drew (annoyed): Shut up George, we didn’t.
George (rolling his eyes): Whatever.
Drew: Get lost.
George: Sure, that’s a nice way to treat the friend who just saved your but. Your evil plan never would have worked without me.
But George war grinning, clearly unoffended. George: see you later man, you too Cynthia.
I shrugged and turned away. Me: If I survive this.

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