It is very precious to me. I can still see it burning in the flames along with everything else in my house. It has been with me through thick and thin. It has seen everything I have seen. It has experienced everything I have experienced. It is mostly black and burnt. And yet, that only makes it that much more special to me. I almost died in that fire. It was almost ruined. We were both saved. I love it more than anything else. I'm never letting it go. My teddybear.
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The Little Girl
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