We were six. You told your teddy he was going to have to get used to living with me, as if it were a punishment. I don’t know if you’ve noticed that you store pieces of your soul in him, but with him here, I owned all your memories.
One night when he was running on empty, you gave him a quick refill of love. I didn’t think it was much, until his heart started beating in rhythms syncopated to my own.
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