I've been sewed, re-stuffed, and dropped all over the place. I've been hugged squeezed, and loved. But one thing that I haven't been is left alone, forgotten about, and not wanted. That's what I love about her. She loves me and will never forget I'm there. ( Well maybe she doesn't love me as much as I think. My name is Two Minutes after all.) Emma. I was there when they chose that name for her. I've been there from the very beginning. She was three when she finally named me. Two Minutes? What was going through her little three year old mind? I was there when her brother was born. I was the one the talked to when we moved. I'm her best fiend. A bear. That has the perfect name, no matter how ridiculous it really is.
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