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Jim knew this wasn't the year for a big party, but he still wanted to throw one for Pam anyway ( Read more... ) -
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It'd been days since Jim had been admitted. It went slowly, and he was in and out of troubled sleep for the most part. The pain and itchiness of his skin were becoming almost common place, and it took everything in him not to scratch the blisters that had popped up on his skin. Simon had said they were already beginning to crust over and heal, but ( Read more... ) -
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It was the quiet mornings Jim liked, and this one was one of them. He woke up a little after dawn, keenly aware already about what the day was. He considered briefly getting up and sneaking out to grab them some food, but Pam, who was still asleep, seemed so comfortable nestled against him that he didn't even dare to try. He knew if he woke her up ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes it kind of freaked Jim out how much the island - or whatever controlled this place - knew about him ( Read more... ) -
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Jim wasn't use to waking up feeling hot ( Read more... ) -
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It was hard not to be happy with Christmas coming up. And sure, they didn't have much, but it'd be their first Christmas together as a family, and that was pretty special. Jim had been working on the silly little homemade toys he'd be giving Sam and the dress that was being made for Pam was soon to be finished, but one last thing on the list was ( Read more... ) -
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Jim had little time to himself, what with all his responsibilities, so when he found a little break in the action he took it. He found a spot near the fireplace in the rec room, pen and pad in hand, and was attempting - in vain - to decide what he'd be getting Pam this year for Christmas. He couldn't very well just not give her anything, but she ( Read more... )