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Blank

When I was little my whole life depended on blank, He was my best friend in the whole wide world.We were close. Blank was a blanket but i wasn't any ordinary blanket.We would do everything together. He would play with me all the time. But when he got lost it was a totally different story. I would call his name and at that time the whole world would crash and burn. I would call his name for hours saying " Blank come out it is nity night time." I would walk around the house passing and calling for him. And then later on I would look in the play box and there he would stand. I would yell and say " Why were you hiding mister? I was looking for you! This calls for time out!" That thing would go everywhere with me. To the store, to mommy's work, an even to friends houses with me. But that was all in the toddler years at 2 and 3 years old. I would never be scien holding a blanket now a days. Blank I still in my closet safe and sound. He will never come down form the closet I hope