So once upon a ******** time, there was an abnormally tall little girl who owned a giant stuffed bear. She named this bear "Mr. Bear". She loved this soul as though it were truley alive and her friend. This girl would talk to it and she would hug it when she felt sad. This may seem a bit weird and psycho to some be she didnt care. She loved this bear.
Then one day while this girl was out to school her dreadful mother did something that practically ripped little bits of the girls heart apart.
The mother got rid of the bear.
That night the girl didnt leave her room. Not to eat, not to answer the phone, or even go to the bathroom (she never needed to go). This was because the rest of the day the girl sat in the corner of her room and
cried
cried
and cried.
The mother knew what she did and she doesnt regret it one bit.
Now every night before the girl goes to bed, she silently sobs to herself while pushing her face against her pillow. Trying to remember the soft fluffiness of her favorite bear.
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