“Look! It looks just like mine!” I glance from the familiar stuffed animal in my hands to the skin he’s exposed, and just above his finger is the tattoo on the lowest part of his ribs—the fox with the fluffy tail. It’s orange and white, just like the plush, and I can’t believe he bought me the exact same one. “Isn’t it cute?” Felix asks. I’m nodding as I tell him, “Yeah,” and I think this has to mean something, because he could’ve picked the puffy white owl or the lion with the full mane or some other stuffed baby toy they could’ve stocked at the drugstore since the time I was there, but Felix
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