Squeezing the worn, stuffed toy in my hands, my tears dampen his gray fur. He looks the same as he used to, only dappled with blotches of bleach from where stains were removed. I bend over to pick up the note, remembering there was a final paragraph at the bottom. My eyes skim over the remaining words. PS: He’s had plenty of baths, So he shouldn’t be smelly. But for more of the story Contact Aunt Kelly. All my love, Junebug Still trembling, I reach into my pocket for my phone, set Bubbles on the kitchen counter, and snap a photograph. I send it off to June with the following message: Me: I
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