035. As Fred slowly faded away, tears flowed silently down George’s scratched and bruised cheeks. ‘Mischief managed?’ he asked, forcing himself to smile. ‘Mischief managed,’ Fred nodded. His limp body fell back in George’s arms, no longer moving, the ghost of a small smile still dancing across his face.
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If you say you’re cooler than me, doesn’t that make me hotter than you?
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