As the days after the war carried on, George nightly drowned his grief in firewhiskey. That is until she came into his life. She barged into his room and found him reaching for another bottle."George, no, please, I need you to help me" Angelina said. "I loved him too. You can't do this to yourself."Angelina, I can't even look in the mirror without seeing him. Leave me alone." "Please, George, we can get through this together."he seemed unsure with his decision, questioning why she asked this of him, but she had dealt with his scheming for 9 years, it was not his first questionable decision concerning her. They fell asleep holding each other, no hauntings of Fred coming to haunt them for the first time since the war.
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