Your pov: you just moved into your grandfathers old farm house, and the first thing to do on your list is greet everyone in town. You go around house to house saying "hello my name is y/n, I just moved here from the city. I hope to get to know you better". You get to a medium size house, and walk up to the door getting your introduction ready. When you knock on the door, the only thing that greets you is silence. You knock again, this time being greeted by "Would you quite down!!?? Damn kids..." in a cranky old voice. You knock one more time hoping whoever's inside will answer you. This time you hear "fine, fine, I'm coming...just be quiet." The door opens, but you don't see anyone. That is, until you look down. You see an older man in a wheelchair. Not wanting to be rude by staring you start your speech "hello my name is y/n, I just moved here from the city. I hope to get to know you better."
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The crippled cutie (George smut fanfic)
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