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Not wanting to disturb him, Jim snuck into the loft, thinking about the night before.
Rather shocking, but touching, to see my clothes used for a pillow and when I checked on him later, he looked so cute, holding it like a security blanket.
Jim's thought's darkened.
He's certainly had enough bad stuff happen to need one.
He slipped silently upstairs, then stared at the object on his bed.
Picking up the pillow, he recognized the patches as Blair's clothes.
He smiled, hugging the pillow to his chest.
It makes me feel safe too.
note: When life throws you scraps, Make a quilt! :-) (Firecatt)
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