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Stick with me by passmethemolly On Ao3
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Complete, First published May 13, 2022
⚠️Please read.⚠️ (This is not my fanfic. I copied and pasted it from AO3. If the author wants me to take it down, I will. Credits to passmethemolly on AO3.)
Also, the animation is also not mine. You can find it in the "Thanks, guys" chapter. I recommend watching it after you read the fanfiction, though it will spoil it if that doesn't work. It's on YouTube. Credits to Venus.)

💙Enjoy💚
Two friends.
One airport.
One big ass storm.
One secret that could tear them apart.
George and Clay are stuck in a Florida airport after a hurricane tears through the city and they only have one suitcase, a $20 bill, a bag of GoldFish, and each other. As the hurricane grows stronger outside, the stress and emotions start running high. It's not long before George and Clay realize they're dealing with something a lot bigger than the storm.

Edit: thank you all for all the love and support. I appreciate all of you❤
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