He grabbed a semi-small backpack and stuffed it with a random assortment of dirty laundry.
He then proceeded to grab his blankets; which were still tied into a rope.
George threw them out of the window and anchored them to his window frame.
He climbed down it hastily, checking around him constantly.
George adjusted his pack and ran.
He could feel the plastic-air throughout his body.
"Okay just listen to what we say and you'll survive, maybe even reset."
"Yeppers! You'll want to go on marburg avenue over to egpeir by the dock."
George stopped for a second remembering the advice he was given.
He stole a breath and continued running.
Past marburg avenue, pog street, and through Nevada city until he was at egpeir finally.
"Good job! You're not dead. Give yourself a pat on the back for being the best crayon eater."
"Ria, stop being a jerk."
George sat on the pier letting his legs kick in the water.
"George, stop goofing around."
Ria, chill, he just wants to take a little break."
George nodded to the beat of the waves letting the music flow through his veins.
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I envy them so much.
Hey fun fact George is Gender-Fluid in here
(it's why there's the #transrights in there, also because transrights)
Good day ducklings!
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