Jack was never there. Nobody could see him anyways. Nobody but me. There were times that I thought it was wrong that I could. He would stand in front of me, he would hold my hand, he would eat dinner with me. I was sick, I thought, but he made me forget it. He was my friend. He protected me. He guided me. He was clever, sarcastic and obnoxious, yet also cruel. I needed him though. I do need him. He's always been there for me. But Jack was never there.
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