Chapter Seven

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George POV :||

I slammed my head down on my pillow.

Ah! Time to sleep! I like sleep, it's very nice.

But I couldn't sleep tonight.

Not with words whirling around in my head. I sighed, and went to the kitchen. I grabbed an apple, a Coke, my notepad and pencil.

Hm, ok then, how to start?

I write down on the paper:

"Something in the way she moves."

Yeah, I like that. That's very sweet and poetic. I took a chomp of my apple, and continued my writing of a song through the night.

I woke up, sprawled across the floor. My back hurt, and my neck was stiff. How'd the hell did I get on the floor?

No matter.

I got up, and headed to the bathroom. As I started to open the door, I heard singing. It was Sadie.

"You're asking me will my love grow? I don't know, I don't know! Stick around and it may show."

I smiled, and backed away from the door.

She has a beautiful singing voice.

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