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George tossed his keys onto the desk as he came home from lunch with Dream. He plopped down on his bed and couldn't help but smile. He pulled out his phone to check his messages and dream had already texted him.

"Hey George"

"Hi Clay"

Dream always took forever to respond no matter how fast you replied.George started editing his new video that he was going to post the next day and adding final touches.

Today 12:50 a.m
Dream| *funny video*
George| Clay...I'm trying to sleep
Dream| oops sorry-
read 12:56 a.m

*god I love him* George thought as he was trying to sleep.

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