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'jealous' sentence meme

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     “There.” With one final tug on the Christmas sweater, Jean finished what had seemed like a Herculean task and stood back with arms folded to survey his handiwork. He was too modest to go around comparing himself to God, but there was at least one parallel here: they’d both created something and declared it good. Jean’s medium of choice for acknowledging his success was a simple, decisive nod.

     “Looking great,” he said, flinging a comforting arm around the other man’s shoulders. It was easy to see he wasn’t exactly happy about this turn of events, which made Jean doubly grateful for the cooperation. Christmas was his favorite holiday bar none. Somewhere in the back of his mind he must have known he overdid it, a bit; but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. “In fact, I’d even go so far as to say you’re adorable.”

“Um…” When he’d promised to teach Javert about his faith, this was nowhere near what he’d had in mind. He’d been thinking more along the lines of something you’d feel okay doing in front of your rabbi. Just about anything would be more rabbi-safe than that. How long had his mouth been hanging open, he wondered. “Sure,” he said with more confidence than he felt. It didn’t help that this was practically a confession, because he’d had to learn it somewhere himself, right? His ears were probably red, maybe the rest of his face too.

“First thing we need is alcohol. I assume that’s because sober people would never play it in the first place. So, pick your poison.” He flung open his liquor cabinet, which was sparsely populated. Apart from wine, there were mostly a few odd liqueurs and a very old scotch that had been a gift from a friend. Standing in front of it like a salesman, he pulled something from his pocket and tried to grin bravely.

I have, however, learned that Dalí had a pet anteater and that Lady Gaga also has a Frenchie.

     ”You mean like one of these dark-eyed beauties? Way ahead of you!”

    “Cookies?” Javert’s eyes lit up illuminated an even more brilliant blue from the crisp white snow about him. However, he quickly shook his head, more so to himself than to Jean, in order to focus on the task at hand.

    He pulled his thick red scarf tighter about him, its woollen fabric obscuring his wind-chapped lips, and beckoned the man out with a dramatic wave of his arm. “Oh, you’ll love it, mon amour! Just around back.” The Inspector’s words were muffled by his scarf, but the cold winter weather didn’t dampen his mood in the slightest.

    Trudging through the snow excitedly at full-tilt, Javert stumbled a few times on the way to show Jean to his masterpiece. He stopped before the know structure, consisting of three misshapen balls of snow, measuring about a metre and a half in height.

    Though crafted by an unpracticed hand, it showed an impressive amount of time and dedication put into it. An old carrot, one which was usually saved as a treat for Gymont, served as a nose for the snowman, and poked out over a lopsided smile formed from small pebbles carefully selected from the garden.

    Hastily, Javert reached up to adjust the velvet, black Inspector’s hat which rested crooked over the snowman’s face, obscuring his eyes, then froze. “Jean,” he asked, “Can you fix that hat for me, please?”

     Jean had to admire the way his eyes lit up at the mention of cookies. It was good seeing him excited about things. Something ineffable was kindled in him. Sometimes the spark came from Jean himself, but he tried not to cherish those times above the others.

     He followed at a slower pace, careful not to get snow in his boots, keeping Javert in sight. The minute the snowman came into view, he smiled even despite the cold. It really was a delightful creation; even its imperfections were charming. He threw an arm around Javert’s shoulders and pulled him close to admire it, only to find his arms suddenly empty again.

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