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A seed, lovingly pressed into the earth. A child’s first experience with a deep and unconditional love. My most treasured possession.
Fur fabric worn smooth over years of clutching. Dull black glass eyes and a crooked frown. Endless needlepoint scars from patchwork, healing rips and tears from being loved so hard.
Neither children nor new parents are original or clever with names, so his name is simply Teddy.