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... bed. How was that possible? He died. He buried him.
"Father," his son said.
"No, no, no," He shook his head stubbornly as if he wanted to jerk the image of him away, "This is just a dream,"
"Father, it's me," His son reached out and touched him.
George felt him. He was real.
"Oh my God," He gasped and cupped his son's face with his palm, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm so sorry," He cried, "It's all my fault. I should have been more careful. It ...
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