I must have my teddy bear tiger when I was a kid. He was small and soft and had markings of black and orange. I never left home without him and took him wherever I went. One day he was gone. I cried everyday until Maw created a replica of my one and only toy. I remember being told by the baby sitter to leave him tucked away nicely under the bedsheet. But when I came back and looked for him he was gone. I searched everywhere inside the house and was teased by her two children. I know she took him.
Oh, John Jr! That's longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn't rant like this…
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