"S'pose George don't come back no more. S'pose he dies or got hurt, just s'pose that"
George wun't leave me, no. George wun't do that. George's careful, he doesn't do that.
Crooks, the stable buck. Bitterness and lonliness. Crooked with age. Nothing else. Just to torment and torture.
In his place, where books take him everywhere. Where no one talks to him.
George wun't leave me will he? He's careful, 'course he won't.
Lennie's fist curled, ready to do anything for George. His friend and protector.
They're totally different people, Crooks and Lennie.
Without George, its just Lennie. Lennie and his pup. Lennie and no one else. No one to protect him, no one to tell him right or wrong.
Without George, Lennie's got nothing. No one.
George and Lennie. Without one, there's not another.
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