I couldn’t believe it. My own friend, whom I had known since the age of three had done something most terrible. I would have never suspected her capable of doing such a nasty deed but the proof was there. How could she? She hadn’t just stolen some random stuffed animal. Out of all the stuffed animals that I own, she had to take Mr. Bear. My own mother gave me that, it’s all that I have left of her, and she knew that. It might have been just a cheap teddy bear with the left eye missing to her but to me it was the world. I didn’t see flaws in it, whenever I was scared,I would snuggled close to Mr. Bear imagining it was my mother. All that is left of Mr. Bear is his stuffing, which was pulled out, and his arms yanked off. How could she?
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