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"Dream...?" I hear behind me after hearing the floorboards of our old house creak. "Are you okay?" I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder, an indent in the bed behind me and lanky arms wrap around my shoulders from behind. The faint smell of George's cologne and the rain from the open window in front of me find their way to my mind. I smile, wiping the tears from my cheeks, opening my eyes to see bars and dingy walls. I sigh thinking to myself. 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯.