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Post by viljo erik tawast on Mar 27, 2011 22:27:56 GMT -5
Viljo shrugged. When he let his arms fall back down, he felt his hand brush up against James. This immediately made him tense. He missed human contact. He missed being able to hug and touch others. It wasn't appropriate behavior for him to do such things. Yet, his hand had fallen up against James. This was one of those harmless accidents. He could let his hand lay exactly where it was without it being awkward. He just had to make sure not to move it. And, this made him feel anxious. Would James think this was odd?
"I always thought she loved me. She certainly loved to show me off. Whenever she went anywhere, she took me with her. She had me come in and meet any guests she had over. I thought she was proud of me and that was why she gave me all that attention. Now, I'm not so sure."
He felt the warmth of James near him and felt a growing sensation within him. He found himself wanting more of this warmth. He quickly closed his eyes and pushed the thought back into the dark recess of his mind.
"We didn't fight or anything. Well, I also understood it was pointless to argue with her. She always got what she wanted in the end, so it was easier just to give in. But, most of the time, she never asked anything of me I had a problem with."
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