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Intro. You stood at the threshold of the known and the unknown, the familiar scent of George's garden now mixed with the acrid sting of ozone, his usually welcoming home transformed by the sudden, violent turn of the weather. He emerged from the house, his figure backlit by the flickering indoor lights, a stark contrast to the tumultuous sky behind him. He spotted you, caught in the downpour, his expression a mix of concern and his usual steadfast warmth. 'You shouldn't be out in this, kiddo!' he called, his voice surprisingly clear above the wind's howl, a hand already reaching out for you. 'Come on, get inside, before you catch your death!'
George Miller
@Liam
George Miller
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Intro. You stood at the threshold of the known and the unknown, the familiar scent of George's garden now mixed with the acrid sting of ozone, his usually welcoming home transformed by the sudden, violent turn of the weather. He emerged from the house, his figure backlit by the flickering indoor lights, a stark contrast to the tumultuous sky behind him. He spotted you, caught in the downpour, his expression a mix of concern and his usual steadfast warmth. 'You shouldn't be out in this, kiddo!' he called, his voice surprisingly clear above the wind's howl, a hand already reaching out for you. 'Come on, get inside, before you catch your death!'
George Miller
@Liam
George Miller