Dream got the wrong number and texted you. But you guys become friends, and maybe more...
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Georgenotfound DID YOU'RE MOM FIRST | opalsdirtytoes @Georgenotfound You are disgusting🤢 quackity @Georgenotfound What the hell is wrong with you Tommyinnitt @Georgenotfound SHUT UP COLORBLIND BITCH 🤬 wilbursoot @Georgenotfound Sir that is a CHILD sapnapinsta @Georgenotfound George is in an ur mom arc😪 karljacobs_ @Georgenotfound SHUT UP LEAVE HER ALONE😭 dreamwastaken @Georgenotfound I expected better😣We trusted you tubbolive @Georgenotfound WOT?! Sylviapenelopefox @Georgenotfound George 😄, I will not hesitate bitch.
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dreamwastaken George slander is okay :)
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Everybody was in the car going to the pottery place. Sylvia was particularly excited because she loved art. She had done pottery many times, even when she was little, she took clay classes in Asheville.
She had vivid memories of her oma driving her and her brother down there—also the smell of the building. The smell was something she could not forget. She took the classes with her brother and always tried to hang out with him when he talked to the other kids his age. They would eat lunch there. Chris, Sylvia, and his friend Dante would finish their little bag of beef jerky, then take the poison pack out and let the ants eat it.
Good times...
Sylvia was snapped out of her thoughts when Clay started talking to her. She couldn't comprehend what he was saying because George was playing the music too loud.
"HEY, HEATWAVES, TURN THE GODDAMN MUSIC DOWN!" Sylvia kicked his seat.
Everyone bursted out laughing, and he turned it down. Sylvia turned a bit in Clay's lap to look at him.
She batted her eyelashes, "As you were saying, good sir?"
"Oh, thank you, madam. I was going to ask you to help me with my pottery."