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A Penny For Your Thoughts? | Georgia x Pennsylvania [Angst & Fluff]

TheChromaSystem

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Parts 13
Time 48m

TheChromaSystem

Book 1 in "Statehouse Stories"

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A caffeine addicted narcoleptic and a rowdy ex-capital with a drinking problem. A peachy pair, if you will. 

One couldn't seem to stay awake while the other drank and partied all night.

Baseball games, and quiet cafés. Late night parties, and boring work meetings.

A perfect, yet mundane, life. But not quite for long...

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Georgia sat in the car, forehead pressed against the cold, frosted glass. The back seat filled with boxes of various things. And right beside him, in the driver's seat, Louisiana, tapping their thumbs on the wheel to the music that was playing, although Georgia wasn't nearly as interested in the music as his sibling was.

"God Lou would you turn that down?" He rolled his eyes and snapped at his sibling, who then put up his hands and turned the volume dial.

"Alright, alright, jeez, what kinda gris-gris got put on you?" Georgia just scoffed and turned to put his head back on the window, until they both drove past a sadly familiar place.

"Hey hey wait stop the car." His seatbelt was already unbuckled and his door swung open right as the car stopped moving.

"Jesus- what was that for Geo?!" Louie slammed the breaks and furrowed their eyebrows at their brother, who was walking away from the car at a fast pace. It wasn't until then that Louie's face dropped and they realized where they were at.

Georgia started to run to get closer, before slowing down right in front of the headstone.

In Loving Memory of Pennsylvania
December 12th, 1787 - November 18th, 2020

A wide grin grew on Georgia's face, but blurry, tear filled eyes came with it.

"Happy birthday Penny."

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Credit for characters goes to Ben Brainard.

Storyline, backstory, cover art, and overall book belongs to @TheChromaSystem

This book was written by a fictive in a system of Georgia from Ben Brainard's "The Table" web-series. All events in this book are true and have happened in Georgia's memory. Remember that before posting comments.All Rights Reserved

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