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George
Finn's POV "I think he's on to me." I said to my grandfather, George, as we sat for dinner. I had taken an emergency leave yesterday because I panicked, and staying any longer would jeopardize my disguise. George snorted in response, putting a piece of lamb meat in his mouth. He chewed slowly, knowing eyes on me. "Don't give me that look." I groaned. "What?!" He protested, "I didn't even say anything" I dug into my food,mumbling, "You don't need to. I know that stare" He gave a pointed look, "Can I talk?". "Sure," I nodded, giving him a go ahead. "How's it going exactly? How do you know he's on to you?" I scoffed, "It's pretty much obvious, you need to see the way he looks at me. He doesn't hide his distaste of me." "Hmmm."George hummed, listening raptly. "Is that all?" "I
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