❝𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯,❞ 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘴, ❝𝘖𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩?❞ 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦. ❝𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶,❞ 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, ❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮- 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦-❞ 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, ❝...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵.❞ // Or, George breaks Dream out of prison and then comes to terms with why, far away from the wreckage they caused.All Rights Reserved
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