"Don't give me flowers! I don't like flowers at all!"
He definitely didn't want flowers that symbolized the end of a friendship. He didn't want to cut ties with Curly. Little George looked at Curly, who watched him with hostility.
"Curly, why don't you like me? What's wrong with me? Tell me, I can change," Little George said aggrievedly.
"Because you're annoying!"
"Then what can I do to not annoy you?"
"It's simple. Just disappear from my sight. Don't let me see you, and then I won't be annoyed by you."
Little George stood there, his face etched with sadness and grief as he looked at her. "But if I can't see you, I'll miss you," he said. "I even want my parents to move to Orienta and buy a house next door to yours, so we can go to school and play together."
Is there anything more terrifying in this world? She didn't want to go to school and play with such a clingy pest.
