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“Here. Sit.” I guided James to a small stool outside the house, holding his arm as he reluctantly lowered himself onto it. He pulled his arm away and hissed at me.
“I told you I didn’t want to come outside,” he snapped.
I chose to ignore his grumpy demeanor, which seemed particularly severe today. I took another garden stool and sat down beside him. We had a small table between us, and in front was a tranquil forest that we could watch in silence.
“It’s good for you. Being cooped up inside is depressing. You need sunlight, fresh air, and a change of scenery,” I said.
James groaned and pulled the blanket tighter around himself, still shivering as if he were a frightened puppy. He looked quite pitiful, and I wished there was more I could do for him. Unfortunately, the stubborn m
