Slim and George sat down at the bar. Slim put a hand on George's shoulder and stated, "Like I said, George, sometimes a guy's gotta." George was as white as a ghost. Replaying the image of Lennie's lit up face made him think "am i a man or a mouse?" Slim could see the sorrow and confusion in George's face. "Well, look on the bright side, at least you ain't gonna have that big guy followin' ya around causin' trouble no more." George was silent. Slim realized that it was too soon to be saying things like that to George. "Have another drink, on me" Slim softly spoke. Suddenly, George let out a small whisper. "He had a heart of gold." "Look George," Slim persuaded. "come hell or high water, you still deserve to chase your dreams. Just because Lennie aint around to be with ya, doesn't mean that it aint gonna happen." "It was our dream. It wouldn't feel right without Lennie." George was as cold as ice. Slim, as usual, stayed cool as a cucumber. "Cut it out George" said Slim. "Everything's gonna be alright, you just gotta deal with it, and i'm here to help ya out. Now drink up." "You're right!" George exclaimed. Suddenly a wave of reassurance washed over him. "I'm gonna make our dream come true, for Lennie. But first, i'm gonna get drunk as a skunk!" "Thats the spirit, George! Have at er!" So the men spent the next hour in the bar, dreaming up dreams and drinking up beers. It was the perfect end to the most heartwrenching evening.
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