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Agee: To one side.
George's P.O.V.
Fred snorted, hanging down from his bunk. "You look stupid."
I glare at him. "You try losing an ear. It's not easy to keep all my swag."
"You're lopsided. At least I'd walk straight."
I gape at him, aghast. "What do you mean, lopsided?"
"Your humongous ear is weighing you down. It wasn't as noticeable when there were two, but now. . ." Fred trails off, grinning at me.
"Lopsided," I groan, flopping down on my bed.
"You'll be fine," Fred laughs.
"Lopsided," I repeat in despair.
Fred climbs down next to me, leaning on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Georgie."
I rest my head on his. It's not being lopsided I'm worried about. It's the fact I'm now George. Not Fred and George – just George.
Fred moved to go back to his bed, but I clung on to him, just like I used to when we were little kids. And we fall asleep like that – just like we used to.