Lonesome Rain
The rain pattered on the window by my head as I stroked my white teddy-bear. It has been a month since I saw him last. My master, my man. He had been so busy at work and school that we had spent almost no time together. He called every other night to tuck me in, knowing I was missing him. But we haven't seen each other in four weeks.
The night was hot, even with the constant rain. I had my bear Mr. M
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