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George slid into the backseat of the old Ford Escort while Clay entered the drivers seat and Karl the passenger. Boy was it uncomfortable, he had made the mistake of sitting behind clay which was practically a giant. His seat was pushed so far back that the poor boy didn't even have any room to move his legs. They were just about to pull off when George had an idea. 

"Wait, wait," he began tapping Clays shoulder trying to scream over the radio.

"Damn, George, hold on sec jeez," the driver turns down the radio, the chorus of Material girl slowly fading away. A shade of bright pink begin to invade the boys face 'i probably looked so stupid just now..'  

"What?" 

"Um, how about I just ride my bike and meet you guys at Richies?" 

"Alright don't take four fuckin hours like last time. I swear to fuckin god I almost got my ass kicked. Davidson, I swear to god," 

"Alright, Alright, hop off. You'll be fine." 


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⏰ Last updated: Dec 21, 2022 ⏰

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