“Stupid” Jasper squeezed the soft cat’s paw, the big white cat struggled and took a bite on the back of his hand, jumped off him, and found a comfortable place at the end of the bed to go to sleep.
Jasper felt bored and threw the phone back into the drawer.
The next day, when Miles swaggered in, Jasper was shaving in the bathroom. Miles looked at him and said good morning, Jasper also squinted at him: “Morning.” Then he continued to shave his chin clean in front of the mirror. The razor buzzed softly, and no one spoke again. Miles saw that he was washing, and walked back to the room.
In front of the bedside table, the little guy gently opened the drawer, empty inside. He turned his head and glanced at the bathroom again, scribbling his little hand in the pocket of the school uniform, swaying, pretending to be nothing, and walked away.
After finishing sorting, Jasper came out of the washroom. No one was in the room. He glanced at the direction of the bedside table casually, then walked to the cloakroom, drew his slender fingers across a row of shirts, and finally picked a white shirt. After matching the suit and tie, I picked a mechanical watch and put it on, which seemed to be the same as usual.
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