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Chad was getting better. He was livelier compared the past few days. He ate more and he never stayed always inside the room anymore. His nightmares don't visit him everyday like before and he looked—I don't know if it's my eyes or he was just—blooming.
We just finished taking a bath and we were looking for a fresh pair of clothes when my elbow touched his side making him jumped.
"Sorry." I said. He's always jumpy every time our skin touches suddenly. I think he's still afraid of sudden skin contact.
Chad just smiled at me and hurried on wearing his clothes.
Bryan was making a peanut butter sandwich and he was slicing it into triangles when we went inside the kitchen.
"Sandwich, everyone?" Bryan asked and Chad hurriedly sat on his chair and picked a slice of the sandwich.
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