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James

I swear i still see him sometimes.
It's usually just out of the corner of my eye, but today was different. I swear i saw him glare at me. He must have been angry that i took his sweater.
But he's not always mad at me. Sometimes he encouradges or even tries to hug me. He almost never says anything- i mean, he is pretty much faceless.
But one night i remember more then the rest. It was snowing really hard and it was late. I guess he decided i needed to sleep because he kept nudging me and pointing to my room.
"Not now." I said. I was obsorbed in the case.
He grunted and sat on the ground near the table like he usually did. An hour passed and he nudged me again.
"No!" I said. He let out a frustrated noise and grabbed my arm, or at least tried to. He seemed sad when he realized he couldn't touch me. I felt something- it wasn't pity, but rather the feeling that i genuinely felt bad for him.
"Hey, hey. Fine. I'll go to bed." At the time i found it overbearing, but now looking back i find it more like he was making sure i was healthy and happy. He followed me as i walked, like he was making sure i didn't turn around. I reached my room and i could have sworn i heard him manage to say a more gurturral sounding "bonne nuit".
I jumped in surprise and opened the door, but he had dissapeared. I sighed and went to sleep.
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