| rdfs:comment | - I've found a teddy. Not just any old teddy, though; a Hello Kitty talk-back one, a one that you get for twenty pounds dirt cheap. Although, something's odd about it. Very strange, and if I must admit, it creeps me out very much. It's that smile. Now, you must be thinking, "But Hello Kitty doesn't have a mouth!" But this is different. It's hand-stitched in raven-black thread. A running stitch, I think.
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| abstract | - I've found a teddy. Not just any old teddy, though; a Hello Kitty talk-back one, a one that you get for twenty pounds dirt cheap. Although, something's odd about it. Very strange, and if I must admit, it creeps me out very much. It's that smile. Now, you must be thinking, "But Hello Kitty doesn't have a mouth!" But this is different. It's hand-stitched in raven-black thread. A running stitch, I think. I've shown no-one, and I found it when I was hunting through the dusty old attic, searching for some long-forgotten party dress. It still has batteries. I pressed the red hand button on its paw. She's wearing her usual attire, red dress, buttons, with a large red plushie bow. When I found her, I was about nine or ten. I am twenty-seven now. I'm recording the events of my tale in this scruffy notebook with a ball-point pen. I'm in a differing country. Why, you ask? You'll soon see, you'll soon see.
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