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'y/n',

George said to me, I shook my head at him and began to run away,

'look both ways if you try and cross the street',

George yelled before deciding to run after me,

'I actually don't trust you to do that so come here right now y/n!',

George yelled out after me as if I were his child rather then his girlfriend,

'not a chance baby!'.

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