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"We're going to need to take these pictures down."

The doctor took Hobi's drawings today.

"They're too distracting."

I begged him to give them to me.

He just put them on the table.

But I can't reach them from here.

When Hobi comes back I'll ask him to give them to me.

The nurse told me a volunteer came by with a stuffed animal and flowers.

She let me have them after convincing the doctors.

My heart hurt.

But not like It does when they poke at me too much.

It hurt really deep in the inside.

"That volunteer boy really likes you, huh?"

"He's my best friend now, I think."

"A friend? That boy had hearts in his eyes."

I didn't let them take the stuffed bunny.

He would be with me when Hobi couldn't.

I named him Hope.

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