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TALES of a STUFFED ANIMAL |
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By: Lil Date: November 12, 2013, 8:50 pm |
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[center]&&CHAPTER ONE |
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my first memories was in the factory where i was created. i |
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remember the smell of smoke, the touch of the workers' skinny |
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fingers, the cold metal of the machinery. i hated that place, so |
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let's skip to the toy store. |
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after months in the factory, i was shipped to america from |
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china. i went in a cardboard box on a plane to tokyo, japan, |
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then took a boat ride to hollywood, california. |
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then from hollywood i was shipped to chicago, illinois. that was |
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where i was put in the toy store in the stuffed animal section. |
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being a stuffed siberian husky, i was put with the other dogs. |
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and just before noon, my first ever wave of children entered. |
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they were loud, and very happy. they all wanted to hold me, to |
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pet me, to love me. but it would be a while before i actually |
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found a real home. |
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and that's why i loved the toy store. i loved the kids, i loved |
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my shelf, i loved everything about the toy store.[/center] |
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