Written, September 13, 2025 For the International Contest, More Than A Soft Toy Sponsor, Natasha L. Scragg
When I was a young girl, I had a soft cuddly teddy, he was my friend, and I adored him. After my sister died I needed him, he was my comfort each night, so soft and cuddly ... and he had a scent ! Then, one day he was gone, our house was on fire, we lost everything, I lost everything, Of course, I was given another teddy, but, it was just not the same, not as soft or cuddly ... and he had no scent !
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