My teddy bear

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I settled into bed and reached for my teddy bear. It was my most prized possession given to me by my mom before she died. I began to touch it's stuffed belly. Then its red ribbon that it wore around its neck. Shortly after, it's bottom nose. Finally, I touched it's perfectly round button eyes. But one side didn't feel like it's normal soft fur and button. Curiously, I reached over to my night stand and turned on the lights. A part of its face was...human. The eye, so beautiful and unique that I knew who it belong to. Cautiously, I looked towards my sister's bed.

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