8/22/22 Very short story

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My water bottle was everything to me. It was my companion and true friend. Until I lost it. I mourned but moved on. A new water bottle took its place, which I also came to love. But then, one day, my old bottle came back. Now I had to choose between them and abandon one forever.

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