As the wind blew…

The cradle teddies swung sadly in endless circles in the strong breeze blowing through the window. Mack the middle one whispered as he passed by Jorge.

“Do you think Bink would ever come back?”

Toddy replied before Jorge could get a word in.

“Why do you care? You were the one who always grumbled when he pulled too hard or tried to kick you with his infant legs.”

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The wanderer

Patrick sighed at the hot sun as he moved on the barren piece of land over which the toughest of the grass struggled to survive on. It was a war, Patrick decided, between the unforgiving sun and the hard land on one side and the puny, stunted and yet unyielding blades of grass on the other.

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