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Quotes Every Hour from What Freedom Means To Me by @ladypseudonym2

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Hello! As stated in the bio, this is a Hourly Quote bot run by a single admin for the story ‘What Freedom Means To Me’ on Ao3 By Ladypseudonym.

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“All of these other kids got to have, you know, high school. Even you.” Especially you. I wanted you. “And like, I never got to have it the same way. Like, fuck, I never got my driver’s liscense, I never had real friends, I haven’t even kissed anybody. I just…”

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“That’s not what I’m saying, George.” Dream chose his words carefully. “I’m saying you should come with me.”

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“George,” he whispered, quietly, his hands growing white as he gripped at a playground pole. “Don’t ruin this.”

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He liked when it was still going, because it felt cleansing, and he wanted to be clean again.

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“I don’t know.” George whispered, their noses still touching, their lips less than an inch apart. “I don’t know. I’m scared. I feel like something bad will happen.”

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“And I’m so fucking sorry that my existence was so expensive, and I’m sorry I was so fucking useless, and I’m so sorry that you weren’t fucking prepared to have a kid. I’m so sorry I owe you shit, and I’m sorry I’m all alone, and I’m-”

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Fuck. Everything was just so fucked.

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There was a beat of silence where it was just rain on cement and laboured breathing, where George’s stomach turned, and then; “I’m scared.”

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It was wrong to think about the boy down the street like that, it was evil and twisted and his room was grey and his sheets were dirty and he got up and walked into the kitchen.

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Oh my god. Kiss you? I didn’t think… shit. And then, the terrible, daunting, overwhelming thought of this is all I’ve wanted for years. I’ve dreamt about it. I’ve woken up crying over it.

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Hey, it’s her son, I’m sorry she was a narcissistic freak, but now she’s dead so now you have to care.

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It was a terrible, awful thing to say to someone in mourning. But George understood.

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“No, mom. I’m just thinking. I’m going back to bed.” “You’re thinking about what a terrible mother I am.”

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Death was supposed to mean something, watching somebody die was supposed to feel traumatizing. So why did George feel so hollow?

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It felt new. It felt good. It felt alive.

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“I wasn’t done,” George said, watery. “God, you’re such an idiot.”

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He tasted like confused middays and shaking, broken nights. He tasted warm and like rain and salty, because George was fucking crying, because of course he was.

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“I didn’t think- I didn’t think I’d graduate.”

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His chest was heaving, and Dream was crying, and George was confused because why in the world would that upset him?

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He didn’t feel eighteen. He didn’t feel like an adult.