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James was always just James. He was never Jamie or Jay and especially not Jem.
“Jem.” his father accidentally called him once.
“Daddy?” the little six year old responded. A flicker of pain passed through his father’s eyes, a tight smile on his lips.
“Nothing. Why don’t you go call mummy so we can all have a walk outside?” his father asked. It worked, little James skipped happily off, all thoughts of what or who Jem was all forgotten.