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I was no ordinary child, if anything I was something mild. My Friends were not always people, but something more desirable. For one day, as chance did have it, I was walking through the store, my parents just behind me, then, there it was, that teddy bear I began to adore. I raved and I got excited... There was simply this wonderful bear, and to receive it, I would have been delighted, but...Little did I know the story of this bear. Many weeks if not months had passed, Christmas fell upon us, and in the passions of removing christmas wrappings, I had seen the white fur, I thought is was illusions. But nay, It was my bear from the store, wrapped in a box, with his sapphire cloak and his lovely soft and white fur, and it was never a cruel joke. Now, However, Its tale is somewhat sadder, He sits enthroned on a shelf, ne'er seeing use, recognition or thanks. It must be a kind of abuse, to leave this bear sitting on the shelf each day growing sadder. I would like to make a change, but unfortunately I had to age.
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
The Story of the Teddy Bear.
I was no ordinary child, if anything I was something mild. My Friends were not always people, but something more desirable. For one day, as chance did have it, I was walking through the store, my parents just behind me, then, there it was, that teddy bear I began to adore. I raved and I got excited... There was simply this wonderful bear, and to receive it, I would have been delighted, but...Little did I know the story of this bear. Many weeks if not months had passed, Christmas fell upon us, and in the passions of removing christmas wrappings, I had seen the white fur, I thought is was illusions. But nay, It was my bear from the store, wrapped in a box, with his sapphire cloak and his lovely soft and white fur, and it was never a cruel joke. Now, However, Its tale is somewhat sadder, He sits enthroned on a shelf, ne'er seeing use, recognition or thanks. It must be a kind of abuse, to leave this bear sitting on the shelf each day growing sadder. I would like to make a change, but unfortunately I had to age.
anderson-ritchie
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
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