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Avoiding problems had required a careless extrovert to move from his Floridan quiet hometown to someplace as Brooklyn New York. 

Brooklyn was a dream come true. 

Most of it's environment suited the outer layers of Dream's personality.

'Constant' and 'loud' as what some might say. 

The time came, however, to pay his ma a visit.

Excluding friends, he wanted to avoid MANY of the Floridian residents and his plan? ' get in, get out ' and it would have definitely worked if he hadn't of ran into a tiny introvert, one of the Floridian residents, a London Runaway.

(dnf)

To not run away (dnf)

"In your eyes, are the clouds flying?"

Georgie scrunches his nose, "No?" He laughs a little. "The air is dense beneath it. so they're just floating until they come down."

I huff, "come look," and I get up from the tree. I motion with my hand for him to come. he tilts his head to the side, and he gets up.

I heat footsteps beside me. I point up towards the sky. "See?"

Georgie looks curiously. "I see the clouds."

"They're flying." I thought that I would hear some more laughter, yet I was mistaken. there was silence. I could hear the thinking, and the cogs being turned. I could hear his breathing. "I guess they are."

"Yeah," I laugh. I look over and he was smiling. sight sweeping on the sky. He's relaxing. peaceful.

Chapter 12