The final stage of grief is acceptance

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I woke up to the smell of coffee. I rubbed my eyes and heard voices coming from the kitchen. I looked around, and only me and George were still asleep. I looked at the clock on my bedroom's wall; it was seven in the morning, so we had a whole hour till class started. I stood up and stretched out; Leia had fully healed my body, and I felt that we were strong again. I looked down at sleeping George; his hair was frizzy and messy; I smiled; he seemed so innocent when he slept, so I slightly kicked him. When he opened his eyes, he met my devilish smile. -Good morning, princess!- I said. -Did you just kick me?- He asked, surprised. -No! Maybe it was a bad dream?- I smiled and started to walk to the kitchen. I heard him growl, turn to another side and fall asleep again. When I went into my t

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